Only reason I ask though is because I've never known us to have an original. Our abuse began as soon as I was able to walk. According to my mother, we was a naughty baby. Spankings with a wooden spoon and flat handed leaving hand shapes was the norm till I was 12. She degraded us and yelled at us while saying I love you. She left raised red whelts that stung for hours, tender to the touch.

My father was heavy handed that ruled with a 2 inch black leather belt. Through terror, threats, hate, intimidation, ridicule, and bullying , I lived till I escaped at graduation a ruined individual.

For family abuse, this ranked right up there next to RA.

So, having an original is so like not.

I'm just trying to understand myself. Why? I'm just curious that way. I hate being ignorant.