I feel like my experiences and my damages don't compare to what most of you have gone through. I don't feel the attitude of one up manship that they had at the church run center and that's a big plus. Still don't quite fit in though. I don't feel like I'm whining about nothing. but I can see where three s. assault would not have the same impact as long years of s. abuse by a family member. On the other hand, someone elses broken leg doesn't make my broken arm feel any better so to speak. I don't think most parents would pull a knife out of the drawer and threaten to cut off a childs thumb because they thought that thumb sucking reflected poorly on them as a parent. I didn't have a loving relationship with my parents. I would not have come to them for help because I figured they would just make things worse and I'd have to deal with their stuff in addition to my own. Maybe it shouldn't still matter. I'm getting old now and my Dad has already died. I think I have done what I could to repair things. I'm sad that my Dad died without ever working it out with him. Mom is like a little girl herself now and not the same person anymore. Maybe this all should not matter anymore but it doesn't put me back to the person I would have been. I've had concussions and I think little functional things have never been quite right. I don't think I whine about nothing.