What happened? Part One

When I was a kid I dreamed about a happier life....one away from the volatile life at home. Away from the rage, the abuse, and watching my siblings suffer through with me. We lived in a "nice" house and my father was a physician. The flip-side of his uncontrolled rage and anger was a charming doctor, father and neighbor...at least to the world outside our house. They knew nothing of the suicide attempts, the numerous ways we all tried to escape the reality of our situation or the multitude of tranquilizers my mother supplied...I believe it was an attempt to calm us down after a beating, or to treat our anxiety in anticipation of the next one. She was in over her head.
Enough for now. Can't deal with too much of this at once. Just trying to figure out how I ended up where I am now.