I have several memories from when I was young which have given me some clues to what was happening. To me they didn't seem that bad for a long time until I started to process the emotions behind them.

One was my mother laughing about me because she thought I had been cruel to my great grandmother - I didn't realise I had been, and she didn't take time to explain what I ought to have done - age about 4. Another was telling me as an adult over and again that it was really funny that I ruined my dad's books by drawing in them. Another aged about 3/4 - I was lying on a bed without any covers with a bucket next to the bed because I had been sick and had had diahrroea and she was warning me not to have an 'accident' again and she then went out of the room - we were staying at a friends because she had just left my dad. Maybe to many people these don't seem bad at all, but there were more memories I don't feel I can share.

I'm totally tired of the minimising and denial now because over the years its meant I didn't get proper support.