Story time.

When I was a really little kid I apparently had an imaginary family that lived at the airport. My family, consisting of my parents and my older brother, also told me when I was growing up that I wasn’t really theirs, but that they found me in the frozen food section of the grocery store, where I was left by my real family, who were aliens. To this day my family finds both of these things hilariously funny.

Fast forward about 20 years to the first time I read the words “emotional neglect” and the effects it has on adults and all I can think is

“Oh.”