The damage may take on a more manageable hue as we age, but it's like that lovely quote: A child's life is like a piece of paper on which ever passer by leaves his mark. It's there forever in some way.

When you were going through hell about your daughter's situation, I was whisked back in time to my own daughter's. situation It left an indelible mark.

The teacher concerned now has grown-up children. I wonder how she lives with her conscience.