I know why you're here. It's about those... nights, isn't it?
Why’d you do it? Why’d you act like that when I was growing up?
pauses for a moment, his eyes darting around the room Look, Douglas, it wasn't easy for me back then. I had my demons, okay?
You were verbally abusive
nervously rubs his hands together Yeah, I was...but you have to understand, I was dealing with my own issues.
What were you dealing with?
shifts uncomfortably in his seat It's complicated, Douglas. Let's just say... I was carrying a lot of pain and anger from my own childhood.
So you passed it down to me?
sighs deeply, avoiding eye contact Yeah, I guess you could say that. But it wasn't intentional, Douglas.
Did you even consider how your actions may affect me?
runs a hand through his hair, his voice strained Of course, Douglas. I... I didn't want you to go through what I did. But I didn't know how else to cope.
Well, now I’m here dealing with the trauma of having a verbally abusive parent
suddenly stands up, pacing back and forth Douglas, I never wanted this for you.
stops pacing abruptly, his face filled with desperation Look, Douglas, I understand that what I did was wrong. But I want to make it right.
<Douglas's dad starts therapy to address his own childhood trauma and learn healthier coping mechanisms>
And what about Mom? Was she part of all this?
pauses, looking visibly conflicted Douglas, your mom... she had her own demons too.
Why didn’t you seek help sooner?
takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage I didn't seek help sooner because... because I was too scared.
his voice shaking Scared of facing my own darkness, scared of being vulnerable. But I can't keep running away from it. I need to confront my demons.
Do you promise me that you will get better?
grabs Douglas's hands tightly, his voice filled with determination I promise, Douglas. I will do whatever it takes to get better.