I thought that my childhood was normal until about a month ago. Now that I've realized that parts of it weren't normal, memories are starting to come back. A child shouldn't be told they are stupid and bad at certain things. A child shouldn't be scared that a parent might lash out at them. I can't seem to recall any happy memories right now. I know that they exist, or at least I think they do. I can only remember bad ones, things I don't want to think about. One would think that remembering about one's birthday should bring back happy memories, but no. I can only seem to remember the one that involved an outburst. It's like my entire world has been turned upside down. I don't know what to think, part of me wishes I had never discovered this. But part of me is also glad, since it explains so much about me. I am so confused right now, I don't know what to think about all of this.