Iām gunna throw a hot take out there. Reading A Child Called It in school only made me feel like the abuse I faced at home wasnāt bad enough to complain about. Iām sure it was meant to draw attention to the possible abuse kids could face, and I saw a lot of what I faced in that book. And what I thought was, āthese arenāt the worst parts. These are the easy parts to get through. My mom didnāt try to make me eat my brotherās shit. She only told me every day how worthless and horrible I was. How no one would ever like me because Iād need to change everything about myself before that would ever happen. But I didnāt eat anyoneās shit.ā So I didnāt say anything, and I continued brushing off my own experience because it āwasnāt as bad as It.ā
