I saw this post in my RSS reader today, and the title jumped out at me as quite a different perspective, but as I clicked over and read the post, I found a lot to agree with. It reminds me a lot about the discussions of what would be different about me if the abuse hadn’t happened. There’s simply no way to tell, I grew up with it, learned how to deal with it, and those skills became part of who I am, you can’t separate them out.
Anyway, it’s always good to remember, in the midst of dealing with our childhood as adults, just how skillful and strong we have already proven to be.