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I'd give it a -5. I have a chronic autoimmune condition that started very early in my life, and caused me problem after problem.
Trying to tell all the adults around me that something is wrong, and then being yelled at, being told "it's all in your head" "you're just looking for attention", etc... not great.
Not saying that this next part would "excuse" it, but it'd be one thing if it stopped after I was officially diagnosed. It did not. Instead, I was told by my father "You're using your disease as a crutch, stop"... My mom started to turn around for the most part (there were still exceptions, but other than those cases it got better).
After I moved out, I cut off contact with my father because of the hate I'd get from him. I was hoping that perhaps one day we'd be able to finally turn things around... Last year he died in a very tragic accident. So I guess I'll never know if amends could have been made or not.
To this day I still claim that I was robbed at the chance of a normal childhood, although what "normal" looks like... I don't know. I'd rate it lower, but I didn't get the physical abuse, just the emotional part of it. My brother on the other hand was the exact opposite. Us combined, definitely makes a -10. There were positives and good moments of course, but the bad really outweighs the good when looking back.