I've had little therapy but I did go to a woman in my mid 40's. I think she was a good therapist but I just stopped going. She told me, due to my upbringing, that I should be "dead, strung out on drugs or in prison." While it was validating for someone to state my childhood was a nightmare, I didn't process that comment for years. And I realize, had I been pretty, had people been nicer to me because I looked a lot better than what I do, I could have gotten myself into some real messes. I could have been played by a need of just wanting to belong someplace to do something I may have greatly regretted. I deal with some real issues, but I'm at least not in prison.