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Hard to rate, like others, but mine probably swung from a 3 to -8.
My parents made sure my siblings and I had a lot of adventures under our belt, so we were often camping or going on small trips or skiing. But we were poor, they were irresponsible alcoholics (with some drugs on the side) who had children far, far too young and didn't have any coping skills.
The verbal abuse was constant and the physical abuse only happened when my siblings weren't there, but it was traumatic, in a word.
When I was 8 or 9 years old, my dad was going berserk and threatening all kinds of stuff after breaking a bunch of furniture. So I called the cops. Let's just say my parents were mad. I was grounded for a while and given many talks about why I was in the wrong, even though I absolutely knew I wasn't.