I never got physically abused. But I sure wish they had balanced a little with the mental abuse.
Instead, as a child, I was yelled at for breathing too loud, or chewing too loud. And any time I showed interest in a subject, I was discouraged and told how difficult it would be
No one ever told me how proud of me they were. Or that I did a really good job. Instead, I was always told how I could have done better, or shown the flaws in my work.
So I gave up on life, and throughout my later teens I strove for mediocrity.