I learned early that I was the impermanent object. Easily forgotten yet always expected - seen when the mood strikes. Otherwise out of sight, out of mind. Mostly out of mine.
No amount of torment, ridicule, "tough love," etc. kills the sensitive kid. We just channel it in different, often detrimental ways. We just pick a new, more societally acceptable "toxic" trait.
Mine? Perfectionism and pathological people pleasing. 🤗🙃🤪