My mother is a muncher. I am her only child. Only when I became an adult, and mental health professional, was I able to properly identify my mother's mental illness. Coping with it is difficult, especially as a parent. I cannot fathom doing this to my children. My mind spins on trying to fully understand so that I can move into forgiveness. But you can't apply logic to the illogical. At first, I tried looking at it from the "victim's" point of view. I choose not to identify as a victim, but rather as a survivor or victor. That perspective, the one of being a victim of a muncher, hasn't worked out so well for me. I moved on to taking a more clinical perspective. It's frustrating. Although all the knowledge is present, I still fail to understand. I am still angry that someone would do this to their own child. The maternal side of my family has a long history of mental illness, which they fail to recognize or acknowledge. I have a maternal aunt with anorexia who stores human hair in her freezer, a maternal uncle who stayed with a woman for 20+ years- despite her multiple attempts to murder him (he slept with a cookie sheet on his chest for years, hoping to give himself some protection from her stabbings), and a maternal grandmother who was delusional at best, sending herself flowers to make her husband jealous, and psychologically abusing anyone who she felt had wronged her, not to mention the gypsy curses she would put on people. These people are nuts! And when confronted about their bizarre behavior or symptoms of mental illness, I am the crazy one and they stop talking to me. Fine by me! It's not a punishment, it's a welcomed vacation. I just struggle daily with accepting the unacceptable. However, I am grateful that I made it out alive.