I was an early 80's problem child with despondent hippies for parents. I had no clue what was wrong with me and neither did they. Night terrors, bed wetting, violent outbursts, a horror in primary school. All I knew at age 5 was that I was not a good child and I remember wondering why folks couldn't just do what my best friend's parents did. Which was spank him when he misbehaved and diaper him when he was going to bed. It just seemed so much more straight forward than trying to talk about behaviours that I didn't understand myself.
I remember my father yelling at me one morning that if I couldn't make it out of bed to pee, I should be back in diapers and I recall thinking: