I'm sorry, but what do you call having a broken finger and no one looking after it; your brother flicking lighted matches at you, and spying on you in the bathroom? That is not playing happy families. That sounds like a setup for cPTSD to me. Or enough to pitch a Lifetime movie about it. You can say it wasn't that bad AFTER you've dealt with your feelings; if you say it wasn't that bad BEFORE, then that's called denial. At least rain has been able to have a normal life - kids, grandkids - in spite of everything. I sure haven't.