I think when I hear kids screaming or learn about some judge who beat his daughter, it sends me back to when I was a kid standing in the closet, holding the coats against my ears so that I could drown out the sounds of my brother and sister getting beaten by my rageful dad.
I also think that I quickly decided that I deserved such behavior; that I deserved to be beaten. I've thought that most of my life - that I am but a smudge; a stain; something to be thrown away.
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