That's the deepest pain I have. I was not physically beaten. I was beaten by circumstances and time. I am like the beaten dog that sees the whip. My daughter raged everyday. I knew she had communication problems. This went on for 16 years while I raised her. No one would help me. The schools would not help for many years. They always had a way to explain out of it. They said to tell her doctor. The doctor would not help, they said the school would help. I documented, documented, and wrote summaries and submitted these and still no help. My family had encouraging words and still no help. This is the deepest anger I still have. My daughter still has issues, but she has disability now, and lives on her own. I love her dearly. I have never faulted her. I believe she has autism and she has been through a lot too. The years I endured all of this has left me a shell of the person I used to be. I've had depression all of my life, and continued forward, but this is the circumstance in life that broke me. I'm grateful to be on this side of it, but the wreckage is still in me.