I’m sad about whatever it was that you went through as a child. My childhood had its own set of fucked-up-ness. I spent the better part of my twenties working through it and one day it hit me. I asked myself if I though my parents deliberately hurt me emotionally? The answer was NO. Did they do the best that they could? Even as fucked up as it was? Yes. I’ve forgiven them internally (even though the occasional thought drifts back and thinks wtf). All this was before I had kids. Now I have two. I think about not messing them up every single day. But you are wrong about therapists with kids. That is a gross generalization. Who are you to assume that no one could possibly weather the craziness that is a full time job and children without screwing it all up? I want to hug you though and promise you that it’s all right. You are a valuable person and always have been despite whatever happened to you as a child. I’d also like to go back and hug that child. Anyway, I hope you find what you are digging for and work through it.