I have a particular memory of this apt I used to live in with my mother...I was the youngest so it was just me and her for a number of years. I believe I was about 15 yrs old...it was custom for me to literally lock myself in my room. I would take my dresser and push it in front of my door and stay in my room, sometimes not eating for a day. I can remember one day I had to urinate very badly but my mother was having what I like to call an "episode"...screaming and cursing at the top of her lungs while throwing things. I had to pee in a bottle that night. Gross I know but this is an example of what I went through. But I don't claim to have had it so bad because I realize that so many had it worse.
Anyway..one day my mom was going off...and on this day I was her focus. She was screaming how I was such a "bitch" and "whore". She was throwing things at my bedroom door and banging on it...tormenting me...