Their mother destroyed everything they cherished, their art work, their awards, etc. She gave them no security, no affection, no hugs, and no encouraging words.They lived in fear every day of what unknown punishment was waiting for them when they arrived home. They were told that children should be seen not heard. They grew up in a silent environment except the times she went in her rages. These wound children were unable to develop the stable links and coping skills to learn how to function in society.They were afraid to bring friends home due to the fear of the mother acting irrationally and going into the raging fits. She would scream about being the Queen of England and other outlandish comments. The story continues that years later the mother became ill with cancer and was to die when the children were pre-teens. The mother lived until the young teen became a woman.This abusive mother continued to beat the daylights out of her children and no one protected then. They came to school with bruises, filthy clothing and starving. They lived in filth and vermin running all over the place. They were given no clean clothing, no baths or hot foods.They were outcasts at school and there was not an agency such as Children Protection Services in exist at that time. The fact of what is said about abused victims still loving their abusers is so true.