I talked to my mom again last night. I got more information about those years and remembered more things.
I'm worried that you'll think I'm making it up when I tell you, that they're false memories or distorted by hearing my mom's perception.


I'm worried that if I tell you this it will change your perception. You'll no longer see me as having been an innocent and vulnerable child. You won't have any sympathy for me. You'll see that I brought it on myself.
You'll see that I was less vulnerable and weak at ten than I am now. You'll think less of me.