She said I had cancer, and an eating disorder, and pneumonia. I didn’t realize it was abuse until years later
I felt the cold metal of the tool through my shirt as she checked my spine for deformities. I was filled with panic, and a certainty that I had scoliosis. I pictured my spine twisted. Would I need a back brace? Eventually a wheelchair? I got lightheaded and said I needed to stop the test.
My mom was so good at combining fact with fiction that even I got confused what was real sometimes.
She explained that Munchausen syndrome by proxy is a rare form of abuse where a caregiver invents illnesses in a child.
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