With my childhood, at least, I learned that I was the one who was bad, the one to blame. As an adult, some people have told me the same thing -- even one psychiatrist did so. So to find out that not all people condemn me for failing to cope, that something else contributed to my condition, that some self-compassion is right -- well, that helps. That some people might be on my side, that I may not have to heal wholly by myself -- that might help too.