In treatment for the PPTSD that comes from being raised by a screw faily, I heard stories of horrible abuse: being made to eat from a dog dish stands out. Yet on visiting days, I saw those same adult children wo shared so movingly, who so express their rage and fury over their abuse that their skin smeaned, those same children ran to their parents as if they were being pick ed u from pre-school. Children love parents. That is what we do. The hardest thing is when the love and the anger and fear and pain are all mixed up together.