Being abused has its warm spots. You develop a superhuman sense to detect danger and an intimidating ability to observe subtle cues most people miss or prefer to forget.

I first noticed this when I was 7, where, upon returning home from school I knew my mother wanted me to proceed to the bedroom and prepare myself for her, even before she did.

We are the best people pleasers and service workers, hands down. And some of us, gods that we are, can even read minds if we haven’t spent too much time generating worlds to live reclusively in.

So divine and high culture we are, while we are being mistreated, or whenever we are in pain we can   leave our bodies at will and float above the earth like clouds, and some of us know how to stay up there all our lives.