My experiences were too numerous to count- the mere thought is laughable. I regularly had sleep deprivation, little food, physical activities to the point of physical collapse, rape, torture practices, being poisoned, other sexual acts, forced to participate in the slaughter of small animals- especially pets, required to memorize vast expanses of literature-dictionaries-poetry (and woe betide if I got anything wrong), cleaning tasks too revolting to describe, verbal assault, mental manipulations of all kinds, plus the ever-present threat of my immanent death. I once had a bruise the shape of a gun barrel in my forehead for a week... but I digress. I can't vote because all of this took place constantly, without respite, for 7 years. And then he died. And since then, the only thing that is trauma to me is my history. I am one of very few incest survivors who has never been re-victimized. For which I am profoundly grateful. red