I used to be a stoner. I loved the way smoking made me feel. It got rid of my PTSD symptoms and anxiety and gave me an excuse to eat all the ice cream in the freezer. I also loved acid (LSD). It gave me revelations about what I was doing wrong with my life and taught me to be a better, kinder person. Also, it was fun and trippy and a blast to do with friends.
When most people think of child abuse, they picture bruises on quiet, sad-eyed children. They see concerned teachers reaching out to school counselors, or Child Protective Services sweeping in to save the day.