Child Abuse and Stockholm Syndrome

by Anonymous
(Location Undisclosed)

I have been reading quite a few stories on here to try to gain some perspective of my own past. I see a pattern that of a lot of the victims keep saying they went along with things even though they hated it but don't understand why. I'm not a medical professional, and it's just my opinion, but i think these individuals should look into some stuff about "Stockholm Syndrome". There's a good writeup in Wikipedia.





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