My mom slamming my hand in the door as an infant. I was crawling toward her in her room while she was undressing to take a bath. She slammed the door before I could come in. I vividly recall being saddened and bewildered. She then came out of her room and quickly leapt over me to get in the bathroom. I tried to follow, and she slammed the door again. This time my hand was in the doorway reaching out and crying for her. I was probably less than twelve months old. I still have a scar and an extremely fucked up pinky finger. The mom issues only got worse. May she Rest In Peace.