Hi again anita,

I struggle to accept that I was abused. It was hard for me to even type that in a sentence, “I was abused”.. because growing up I had all of material needs met, and my parents did go to great lengths to find me doctors and therapy for when I began struggling with health, mentally and physically. And they say they did these things out of love. It is hard to explain how it felt.. because I did not feel loved.. I felt like I was being dragged around as a problem, yet a trophy for my mother because she could play hero AND victim.. “Oh, my daughter suffers so much, it is so hard for the family.. but I have loved her and have been her only friend.” She says now that I do not appreciate or recognize the things she has done for me and that she hopes one day I will realize how well she has treated me and will come back to her. We are a well off family, live in a nice area, I had the toys I wanted and clothes to wear. What do I have to be complaining about? I would love to talk about this more with you, Anita. Today I spent time reading a few of your other posts and replies here on Tiny Buddha, and I found that I really appreciate your perspective.