shame kept me quiet, it kept me safe from rejection, it made me feel oddly “safe” as a child of an alcoholic with mood disorder because it was a consistent feeling which explained why I was in pain or why I was mad or why no one could care i remember events from childhood if they are rooted in pain. I can’t tell you the specifics of a really fun day or an event that may have been light. I can vividly recall the assistant principal calling me out of 5th grade to his office and asking me if I...