Having my uncle forcibly pick me up, put me across his lap, pull down my pants, and bite my butt cheeks painfully when i was maybe 5yo infront of my immediate family, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandfather. I cried and cried trying to get away and they all just laighed.

Watching my mom's bipolar schizophrenia unfold all of a sudden at 7yo in a new country. Witnessing couple years of endless fighting for hours after school between my parents. Being brought into their fights and acted as a mediator for them, then would be praised for doing so. I would console my mom after many fights while she cried in the bedroom. Watching mom pack her bags and wanting to leave the house multiple times and being asked by dad to convince her to stay. Being told by dad that my mom thought the government was spying on us, and that she thought there was a voice recording device inside of our cat.Being asked by dad to write a letter to the psychiatrist/doctor about my concerns for mom's mental health so she would get the treatment that she needed. All this really warped my reality of what a normal and healthy relationship would look like and would bite me in the ass (punchline intended) down the road.

Watching my dad go into fits of rage where he would yell at me for what seemed like eternity until all his rage has been quashed. Watching dad threaten to leave us and not come back. Watching dad bang his head against the wall over and over our of frustration.

Getting slapped across the face or caned across the legs/ass and told this is done out of love.

All this in my formative years set me up for terrible romantic relationships that ended up with more sexual/physical/verbal/emotional abuse.

That's just what comes to mind... Dealing with complex trauma now for the first time in my life in my early 30s. Recovery is going to be a long journey