I just mean to say that sometimes the stories we tell ourself become our reality.

Some people know. Right the way along. They won't admit, but they know.

Other people don't know. And they engage in a meaning creating enterprise.

And the theory is: Construct events as abuse. Identify with victimhood identify your abusers and rail against them and then you will be cured.

In our society there is much encouragement to tell this as a story of abuse.
In other societies there is encouragement to tell this as a story of kids being kids.
In other societies there is encouragement to take pride in kids becoming adults.

Which stories will we tell ourself? Which story will we seek to be confirmed?

And more importantly... Why?