I grew up with a mother who thought abuse was discipline. She called me "Mental, stupid, crazy" accused me of throwing myself around the house and deliberately hurting myself on the furniture.

Turned out I had uncontrolled epilepsy that went away for a few years then came back and hit me with one bad siezure then went away again until I was 40, at which time it was properly diagnosed. When I asked her "Hey mum you remember telling me I threw myself around and I thought you were mad because I didn't remember it? It's epilepsy and it's back" She didn't bat an eyelid and said "Oh!". No apology, no "sorry I was wrong" nothing.

She is a vicious nasty individual who only has time for alcohol and her youngest daughter who is a drug addict...sound a bit bitter? I guess I am really. I was sexually abused at 3yrs of age by 3 men. My parents took me to the doc who said "Don't talk about it she's young she'll forget it. He said that in front of me and to this day I still remember everything. When I was in my late 20's I finally told her I remembered everything and never forgot her response was "What about me?"...

I don't speak to any of them now...I found more peace in walking away than I could have imagined. I'm still working through my feelings but they are much better than they were...if only my dad had not died...that family would have had a chance at being half normal....

I feel sorry for you Fan, because I had a great dad and a nutter of a mum....the one who brought me up died just before my dad did..that was my grandmother...oops now I'm crying gotta go