There's my problem. For about 30 years, I thought I was the one who had 'recovered from it'. I knew I'd been through bad stuff, but by gawd, I got through it gracefully, unemtionally and wisely, just LOOK at me!!! I can tell you the day I 'snapped'.

I was about 50...not a nice age for a woman anyway....and looked around me at all the difficult people in my life and said to myself, ya know, I'm not so bad after all. I kinda like me. You all can do the changing from here on out. I went to a COSTCO, you know the discount stores and a lady was handing out food samples of some stuff I really wanted to try.
So I struck up a nice conversation with the lady ( I actually used to be VERY outgoing!) as she cooked the stuff for about 5 min. She is handing me the plate, I reached and a big hand reaches out and slapped my hand.
I came undone. I had NEVER yelled at someone, least of all in public like that in my life. The old fool, and that's what I called him, was about 6'4".
I'm 5'2"
He thought he was being cute, I scared the crap outta him! And I must say, telling him off for touching me felt GOOD.

But it doesn't feel good raising hell with family who abuse me anymore.
All it did was make 'em treat me worse and I can no longer stand for anyone to touch me....especially after a bout of shingles (that is some bad doodoo!) last year. My physical issues have been a daily added trauma, though I am feeling better...being stuck alone on the Mt. is good for that.