Reflections on Witnessing Abuse
A week or so ago, I had a very unpleasant encounter at work. A family came in: parents, a teenage daughter, and a son who was about ten or twelve years old. The son asked a mildly dumb question – one that I have had to answer from adults several times over the years, but dumb regardless. And then something happened that I did not expect. These parents absolutely shredded this kid. They made it…