The Trap

Years ago I stayed at my sister's house and she locked the bathroom door on my side of the guest room explaining that I'd have to go downstairs during the night if I need to use the toilet. So I did. The next morning she screamed at me What were you wearing, shoes? I could hear you walking downstairs to the bathroom.

My mother set up the same kinds of traps. After poisoning me with mega doses of mineral oil she would barge in complaining about the smell of the toilet.

The abuse becomes passed down from one generation to the next unless a family member decides to unpack the system.