Many years ago, when my son was about 4, my ex got to see what I lived through. Since I live through it...was raised in it, I never even noticed it.
He was out in the yard with my son teaching him something or other. My son, who is off-the-charts bright, did not quite "get" what his grandfather was trying to teach him, or he was trying to figure out the deeper principals at work. My father said "come on...you aren't to bright are ya?" I use to hear that ALL THE FKG TIME. I was not there, but my wife was. Rightly, she shit a brick and set his shit straight.
He use to tell us to "go play in traffic."
OMG...I just love reminiscing...good times.
The nightmare, mad-dog beating/terror sessions were like watching The Excorsist on acid...and I am NOT kidding.
Je Suis Charlie!