watergirl
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I grew up in a home with a drug addict mentally ill mother who beat the snot out of me on a whim and was an emotional nightmare, and her boyfriend choices tended to be child molesters (or physically abusive as well).
When he said that I did have an automatic flashback to all the times I heard my mother describe me as spending all my time in my room. I would come out for meals, to do my chores, and then right back to the sanctuary of my room. I was not allowed to have a TV in there, but I still spent all of my time in my room. I was technically allowed out, but it made my heart hurt for her.
(((hugz)))