Honestly, it really hurts to read other posts by those who were abused at home & went on to take their hurt out on others. I was abused at home and school. No matter where I was, I tried to be the mediator ~ to keep other people happy.

My parents were in denial, and abused my sister, my brother was highly abusive, my extended family was also very abusive (emotionally, physically and sexually) and we constantly moved from town to town. I had one hell of a time making friends ~ my life was completely agonizing to me. I made a few "friends" who merely used me to let out their aggression upon me. People who always had to be in charge of the game/s, and tried to bully me into going along with their stupid plans. That freaking hurt my feelings! No one else gave a hoot about me ~ just the ones that wanted to beat me up or rape me "cared". WTF???!

I can honestly say that I thankfully had limits. I wouldn't drink my friend's pee, nor would I allow her to ram into me at full steam, because of her great game. I wasn't completely stupid.

Despite my crappy childhood, I was always there for others. I quickly accepted others who also fought for acceptance by their peers. I tried hard not to be judgmental, despite the number of friends that I had. because I sure as hell knew what it was like to be on the other side ~ completely miserable and always alone.

This post is not meant to hurt those who've come out of their umbrellas and admitted to the guilt they've felt over the years. I really don't mean it against anyone in particular. I just NEED to point out that not all of those abused feel that same need or desire to pass the abuse onto others. I went the opposite way and blamed myself for my abuse. I deserved it -> I must be guilty -> I deserve a life of misery.