Ah, that's what we've been talking about over the past week, as I realized I hadn't given her the details of the most horrifying experience that replays in my nightmares. I tend to just say things like, my father was abusive to my mother and not go further with details. "My father was an alcoholic. I hated that....I wish I had more friends." "Do you want to say more, Crazy?" "About? I mean, if I had more friends I wouldn't feel so lonely." "No, about your dad." "uh, not really. I don't want to get upset."