I have a memory from when I was very small that stays with me today. My parents were fighting and my father grabbed a pair of scissors and sliced open my mom's arm. We were all hiding terrified. Anyway, after it all settled, my dad left the house like he always did and did not come back for days on end, my mother picked me up and gave me my nightly bath. She was in shock...hair all over her face, blood dripping off her arm into the bath water. Her eyes were blank... she was just on auto-pilot. I remember asking her why she didn't fix her boo-boo instead of giving me a bath. She just said something like she'd be OK and not to worry. First lesson in not taking care of yourself. Very traumatic.