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I had a good childhood. Loving parents. My sister and I were very close. We all were. No problems. I had anxiety and some twitchy paranoia issues, but no depression or anything.
When I was eighteen a traumatic thing happened to me, my parents became verbally abusive and just mean to me about the traumatic event that happened to me.
So the traumatic event and subsequent (and yes I know I probably spelled that wrong) triggered my mood issues.
They viewed the traumatic event as my fault.
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