My mother was the same way - I believe I inherited her madness. My household was always chaotic thanks to my mom. There were wooden spoon beatings, all sorts of emotional shouting and episodes, and a denial that the whole condition wasn't right. I distinctly remember she made my sister eat soap until she threw up her breakfast. It was awful. My dad was helpless to affect any change. He just worked as hard as he could to provide for the family while my mother fell apart on a regular basis.

I work very hard not to pass it on to my children and I try to lead by example and do things differently. Now, I speak in measured tones and never make it a point to use something like a wooden spoon to make a point. I used to yell a lot but now that I have my diagnosis, it is a blessing to me. I'm not cursed by it at all.