As I read the posts here one thing I recognize about me is that I don't have a lot of worries of abandonment. Although my childhood home was dysfunctional and my relationship with my parents was not close at all, they were always there. No matter how awful or bad things were at home, at least my home was always there. When I read the post of others who did not have this consistency, I can see profound differences in perceptions. It makes me appreciate what I did have. (((Hugs))) to those of you who were abandoned, I understand that we are looking at the world from different places.