When we were little, my brother and I were occasionally smacked by our parents. Our feelings weren't considered over important decisions: where we would go to school, how often we visited our grandparents, what sort of clothes we'd wear.If we didn't like the food set out for dinner, no alternative menu was offered. If we lacked some 'right' to express ourselves, it never occurred to us to question it.But as millions of women and men my age – I'm now in my mid-40s – entered adulthood, we signed up for therapy. We explored our childhoods and learned to see our parents as emotionally 'stunted'.
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