I second that Thornton. When I was 8 or 9, my Stepmum told my siblings and I that we were no longer welcome in her house (we went every second weekend), whilst my Dad just sat there in silence. I thought I was fine and that this hadn't affected my life in any significant way. It wasn't until BD that I realised how sensitive I was to rejection from anyway and dealt with it in IC, that I realised how much I need/needed to free myself from this event.
After the first session dealing with it, I sobbed uncontrollably for a good 15-20 minutes, like something was being let out of my body.
Me: 41 W:42 T: 14 M: 11 S: 6
"What happened happened, and couldn't have happened any other way...because it didn't"
