I’m currently working on a memoir that has to do with the past two years of my adult life, but I’ve considered working on a childhood memoir about the first eight years of my life.
I come from a physically abusive, low-income home with an alcoholic father and an older brother who was always into trouble. I started an outline of a potential book a few months ago, but somehow, I think, the world is tired of hearing the same old sob story about abusive childhoods. Honestly, the thought of revisiting every detail of my youth scares me.
But my question is, is this theme overcooked?
I come from a physically abusive, low-income home with an alcoholic father and an older brother who was always into trouble. I started an outline of a potential book a few months ago, but somehow, I think, the world is tired of hearing the same old sob story about abusive childhoods. Honestly, the thought of revisiting every detail of my youth scares me.
But my question is, is this theme overcooked?
