"I feel like a garbage can, full of ugly, nasty things."That's how a young woman once described herself to me. She was in her late teens or early 20's, and had been raised with a sexually abusive father until her parents divorced. She then lived with her mother, whose life was punctuated by binges with predatory men and alcohol. She remembers getting her own breakfast, dressing herself and going to school on mornings when her mom failed to come home. She was 5-years-old at the time.She [...]
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