Just reflecting on my childhood, really.
I have one sibling, a brother who is older by 2 years.
I know DC have their squabbles and occasional scraps etc.
But my brother was consistently violent towards me. It didn't really stop until I was about 13/14. Was particularly bad from the ages of about 11-13 when we used to be alone together after school.
Not just the occasional slap, things like putting me into a headlock and running me headfirst into a wall.
I was terrified of him, there's still a mark in one the dining room chairs at my parent's house from where I put it behind a door handle to keep him out when he was trying to attack me.
Surely by 13/14/15 he should have known better than this?
I'm zero tolerance when it comes to violence with my own DC so find it so strange to look back on.
Sorry if this is a weird question, I'm in therapy at the moment and it's caused me to reflect on a lot of things!