Recently I asked my sisters why they sat there and did nothing while my mother screamed at me every night at the dinner table because I wouldn't eat. They said they just didn't know what to do. They were in shock. I can't ask my father because he died.

Maybe your talking with those who should have come to your aid will make you feel a little better.

I remember us talking about the possibility of him being a N. I am sure he is to a degree, probably not to a disorder. And here I am longing for empathy from him...