one word for me?
"Multiple".
@HandScreen The first of my mothers became a dreadful abusive woman who her younger children had to climb over tables to get away from when she was threatening them with knives. There was a realistic expectation of a stabbing. That's really only the tiniest fraction of the abuse, though it's dramatic enough that people go "goodness me".
I do feel compassion for her since her own upbringing was terrible. No way could she emerge a stable loving woman, even though she did try.
But I -can- feel compassion because I have a bit of distance. She didn't bring me up. She was both horrifying and pitiable. But before there is the potential for compassion, at least part of you has to be able to grow beyond the survive-at-all-costs trauma that literally freezes the brain in the moment - look at the science.
Compassion is vital I believe. But you have to be in a good enough place to develop it. Also some people have just been hurt too badly to feel compassion, and that absolutely has to be respected.