the feelings are bad, the memories are bad. i remember new things because i remember old things.i don't want to i remember knee sox i couldn't keep them pulled up so the mother would beat my legs with something or whatever.my step sister knew and still wont talk to me how can she say that i was the privileged one.how can she say that like she didn't know .the mother never did any of this stuff to her she was to old i remember her taking me to her apartment and baking bread when i was young i didn't want to go home i spilled juice on my new tights the mother was going to beat me .my sister brought me home.people see what they want to see. my T wont believe this.i know it to be true.she said unless you are a T then you need to keep an open mind what about the T the mother was forced to take me to.the one that told the mother to treat me the way she did. the one who believed i was a complete willful horrid child. what about that T.don't tell me people don't see what they want.memories suck and people are horrible. when will my T be able to help me deal with that and not make me remember.why does she want me to hurt. i didn't remember about knee socks. i hate her right now