Thnx for this. This is how we're going to heal the world. Hearing each others stories and realizing we're not that far apart. My defining trauma was an alcoholic step-father who would fire a gun off in the house, and then tell my Mom and me, "Nobody is coming to rescue you"
That was my normal. The button on him, Murderous Ed, is that he split my Mom's face in two from a ferocious beating. Then went to San Jose, took up with a lady, killed her and called a friend from LA to come up and help dispose of her body.