Still a sad little girl at 55.
I come from a dysfunctional family, with an alcoholic father, a mother who coped by emotionally tuning out, three siblings who seemed to have turned out better than I did (all married in fairly stable relationships, financially stable)
What I wanted to share was that along with everything else I had to cope with as a child, I had very bad acne all through my teens. I remember those years in a kind of protective fog, like I was trying to make myself invisible to the eyes of my classmates so no one would see my horrific face.
Can anyone out there relate to this.