Picking up the pieces of my father’s rage
Keywords:abuse, Netherlands, father, son, grandfather
Sorting through baby photos, I came across one that most would regard as happy. My grandmother apparently did. I am not as sure. At around age sixty, I decided to interrogate my life and began investigating the violence and abuse of my childhood, breaking family rules about things we knew were not supposed to be mentioned.
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