Dear Limspr3 this is Peach. Boy do I understand. I could not look peoplw in their eyes. My head was kept down because if I would look my father, mother or sisters in their eyes they would beat me again and again. So when I was in school or outside playing and then in high school people looked at me thinking "what is wrong with this thing". Cruelty at it's best. And to think' were they taught this or does it come naturally. You and I are the innocent ones. We must force ourselves to believe in ourselves. Eventually we will believe. I have no family because even to this day my sisters still continue to be the same as when they were young. I am sure mental illness is part of my families history.