After reading responses from my last entry, and a lot of soul searching I have come to the really unbelievable conclusion that I have been verbally abused by my parents for a very long time. What is worse is that it had happened quite often. One of my early memories is when I was in jr high or so. My father took me to my Uncle's farm where he was picking cotton (by machine of course), I was trying to light a cigarette on a windy day and caught the trailer on fire. I was frighted but took responsibility. My father was so mad I thought he was going to skin me alive. Fortunately my uncle was there to calm him down and reassured my dad that it would be covered by insurance.
There have been other times too. I recall one time when I was in high school. It was early Monday morning and a school night, about 2:00 am when I had an appendicitis attack. I did not know what is was at the time. I would not find out until a few years later when I had another attack. I was rushed to the hospital for an operation. When I had the attack before I was too frightened to awake my parents.
There have been other times but really too many to talk about.