I grew up in a family were at a very young age probably at 5 years of age I began to wonder if something was wrong with me, Imagine that! I was always being verbally abused; compared to, criticized, complained about, insulted, etc. There was always a task, a level, something I was incompetent about. To me I could do no right or better put as I read in a book this statement; “Twice I did good that I heard never once I did bad, that I heard ever”. And this kind of pressure from my parents especially my father weighed on me so much that soon I started having esteem issues, I started doubting myself and the little boy who was never intimidated by the crowd and was a jolly good fellow, the life of the party as I was told started becoming withdrawn from family, from friends in response to the pressure of my parents which was almost ceaseless. But the thing is they were acting out of good intentions and wanted the best for me but I guess they got the how, wrong. I survived my childhood by silence or finding desolate places to hide. I don’t have a relationship with my parents and my younger siblings and I don’t know how to socialize with others I am confused and keep doubting myself. this is affecting my dreams and my plans for my Life. This is my story!!