I was never really abused, I mean. I don't really know if I see it that way or not. But ever since I knew how to talk, I was always the caregiver in me and my moms relationship. (I never had a dad, so I dunno about that part) I mean, I had the stuff I needed, and my mom worked or got disability or whatever. But emotionally I still had to take care of her, be it depression, or one of her mood swings where she'd get violent, or she worked superhard and needed the house clean and dinner made. and I'd have to tell myself that she still loves me even though she said I was a huge bother or whatever. Or her "sugar daddy" (Yes, I knew what he was, my mother told me on several occasions that's how she got money sometimes) touching me in places I didn't like, or making yucky comments to me and me not being able to say anything because he might leave and she'd be really mad. Or having to deal with yet another boyfriend of hers who hit her, and having to chase him off or call the police. I mean, she hit me sometimes, but usually only if I mouthed off or whatever. Other then that, I think it was mostly..not being able to be a kid, y'know?