For a few years I thought of myself as Death’s Jester. He, maybe it is a better description, had a way of taking people just when I needed them or before I was ready to let go.
Was not beaten, instead was hospitalized for long periods. Am not sure which is harder to bear, beatings or isolation from all you know, in an institutional setting.
None of which is meant to devalue your experience, more to say pain may have many facets. I hope your life has discovered the beauty that is around us and been able to appreciate it.