Georgia Brown's Great Escape

When I was 2 years old, my dad's mother would shout at me to "Stop it! Stop it!" as I lay on my back rolling my head from side to side over and over again. She shouted and I stopped it, but as soon as she left the room, I'd start doing it all over again.

Years later, I learned that particular behavior was a form of self comfort. Left on my own from early childhood I had no choice but to live in constant fear and fight it, face unbearable loss and bear it, I had become the unwilling target ...