I guess this could go into ptsd but I'll put it on here. I may have to make a series of posts. Anyhow, I knew that I was different. I wasn't really a happy child. I felt split off from others. I used to have lots of headaches and stomachaches for no apparent reason. I remember in kindergarden I thought some They had somehow been poisoning my milk. I drank anyway because I thought I deserved to die. My mom was very emotional. She screamed a lot at us kids. I do have a fear of being yelled at and abandonment cuz she used to threaten to leave us. The rest will be cont. in just a bit.