I grew up in an abusive household. I wasn’t covered in bruises and forced to lie to cover up injuries, but looking back…it was abuse nonetheless. And it ran the spectrum. There was physical, mental, emotional, as well as sexual abuse in different times from different people across my life growing up. It left me in a weird place of depending on adults, but not trusting them with my needs.
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