Quote from : Moab is my Washpot Book

Well I don’t know about you, but when I recall childhood pain, I don’t recall the pains of toothache, a thrashed backside, broken bones, stubbed toes, gashed knees or twisted ankles – I recall the pains of loneliness, boredom, abandonment, humiliation, rejection and fear. are the pains on which I might and, still sometimes do, dwell, and pains, almost without exception, were inflicted on me by other children and by myself.


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