I would like to tell you a story of a little boy in Sweden. That boy was me. My dad hit me. I walked in front of the TV and dad hit me. When you get abuse at home you have 2 choices. Fight or flight. But, I learnt later there is a third choice. You freeze. By the time I was 11 or 12 I was drinking. My dad sent me to live with my grandparents. They talk care of me.