Oops, shouldn't have said "vic" there, I certainly don't consider myself to be one anymore. But I do consider myself to be a complete and utter fake at Christmas, and so are my parents. Like I don't hate their guts, and they don't think I'm scum. We're so perfect, it's almost creepy. On the way home I always feel tainted. Do any of you other child-abuse survivors?
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