This was my third read. Actually, my husband begged me to read this out loud to him. Surprise! I never dreamed he would be interested, having always claimed he had the greatest childhood. Well, seems he thought abuse meant someone hit you or had sex with you against your will. He didn't know about childhood trauma, about childhood consciousness. He didn't know a sick mom or an alcoholic dad could devastate your emotional mastery for the rest of your life. Now he does (know), and I find myself married to a happier, lighter, more relaxed man. A man who woke up and smelled the coffee. Jean Jenson saved my life some thirty-five years ago, and, by golly, she did it again.