Well, after reading all of these replies, I see even more how much I internalized EVERYTHING, and so easily let go of the anger at the perpetrators. The anger that I haven't seen in 30 years has manifested itself in my self-abuse. From negative self-talk to overeating, to anti-social behavior, I couldn't be angry at the parents, after all. They were only doing what they were programmed to do by THEIR upbringing. And believe me, what I know of my father's upbringing would have made a monster out of Mother Teresa!
I don't feel I need to be angry with them personally, just the dynamics that created the situation.
I remember from a very young age being verbally abused with "shame on you" and "what do you think you're doing? Now people will think badly of ME!" (as if.....)
My father's moods were so unstable, just walking into a room where he was lecturing a brother got you in trouble for deeds long forgotten (but not by dad!) Like lightning bolts out of the blue, we never knew what would set him off, and until the age of 5 or so, I was oblivious to the danger, so I walked into the fire repeatedly before I finally learned to be cautious. Actually, I never learned it well enough, he always found the most incredible accusations I ever heard. (even when I was out one night with a church group, he found reason to pick a fight) And I WAS being good!! Could never win with the guy.
The result of all the abuse has been a litany of beliefs and words and messages running around in my head for absolutely years, teaching me to micro-analyze everything i said, did, wanted, believed, thought, dreamed, imagined, for flaws. And OF COURSE I found them!! And there are literally hundreds of these "tapes" that i know I have not even begun to unravel. The most insidious of them has been, "You're doing it wrong". I can actually remember being told by one or both parents at some time in my youth that I 1) thought
2) walked
3) Ate
4) talked
5) slept
6) laughed
7) cried

sat
9) stood
10) believed
11) wrote
12) sang
and 13 )
breathed wrong in some way.
And that voice is so persistent, so insidious, that i have spent the past 35 years looking for the "formula", the "right way", the "cure", the "answer" to all of my wrong ways. Which, of course, is non-existent.
My last counselor helped me understand the value of accepting things as they are. No, I can't sing on key, but it isn't "wrong", just different than others. And Ken Wilber's
No Boundary helped me understand the value of all things, even what appears to be evil, negativity, etc.
But still, I struggle with it because I don't have a place where I can be just me and ALL of me is OK. I can't find that peace, that place. It has become a part of who I am to search for 'fixes'. To fix the wrongs that just have to be there, nobody's perfect, after all.
Just don't know how to do it. So, hey, guess what?? I'm "wrong" again!!! Surprise, surprise!
I am encouraged by your stories, your assertions of regaining 'yourselves'. Maybe there;s still hope for me yet.....

~dragonsamm~