I just need to get some memories of my childhood out of my head.
I used to get a lot of ear infections when I was little. I remember being in the bathroom in the middle of the night, aged about 6, crying with the pain with of an infection. My dad came in and said "Why are you in here?" The reason I was in there was because I was banned from ever going into my parents' room at night so I was afraid to wake them up, instead I just sat there crying on my own. For the record my dad was very kind to me, gave me painkillers and put me to bed. He is quite disconnected from reality but when faced with a situation like that he is very compassionate. I know from my parents' point of view, banning us from the bedroom was a way of ensuring we didn't come in and wake them up at night, which is fair enough, but surely they wouldn't want us being sick and afraid to ask for help? It wasn't a deliberate cruelty on their part, I think just thoughtlessness.
I had a crazy teacher when I was 7/8 and I mean batshit crazy. She used to bash kids up against desks, throw things, scream and shout. I was so terrified of her I used to think about throwing myself down the stairs so I wouldn't have to go to school. My mother knew exactly what was going on as she worked in the adjacent secondary school and this teacher was legendary. Yet, she never asked me about it, and never did anything about it. That's not normal, right?
And of course, the piece de resistance is her reaction to the abuse.