I have a hard time calling it abuse and saying that I survived.

For some unknown reason, I was born not wanting to eat. My mother had absolutely no patience for it. Her way of handling it was to scream at me to eat and call me mean names. This just caused me hysterical crying, didn't eat, retreated to my room. This went on for approx. 11 years.

She stopped because I got old enough that she didn't care much anymore, I ate just enough by then that she didn't think I was going to die, and also my father died and she became majorly depressed.

There have been several more relationships I could note. I've talked about them all on PC before.