I hate to read articles like this/it's hard to read them because, while never troubled enough to violently assault my mom, I had a pretty dysfunctional few years that I think everybody would rather forget. If things had gone just a little differently I could have ruined my life.
For some reason I find it hard to think about 9/11, which makes no sense because nobody I cared about was involved and it didn't make much of an impression on me besides the 15-year-old me thinking it was exciting. Still it's uncomfortable to talk about. Maybe it's just having lived through the last 20 years, and being 20 years wiser.