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I was brought up in a family where guilt was a potent weapon. The sword of retribution was always held over our heads. My parents wanted to raise children who knew right from wrong and decided on the side of right most often. But the guilt trip was also used to manipulate us into doing what my mother wanted, not because it was the morally right thing to do, but because it was what my mother wanted. (Most tyrannies operate under this basis.) So I like many of my generation are riddled with guilt. Did we always do the right thing? Sometimes I feel guilty for things I might have done, or things I might have forgotten I had done, or for things I dreamed. There is some carnage in my background that although it seems now to be quite benign still plagues me. I lied…