Geez, the isolation started so young, didn't it?? I, too, remember that feeling of aloneness when having to be separate from the rest of my classmates during any type of bday or holiday celebration.
Mind, how awful your experience was! My dad was never a dub, but I had an aunt who would go to the meetings with us and be the disciplinarian (my mom was always looking for someone else to control us kids). Anyway, my earliest memories, prior to school age, are of late meetings and of course, I would fall asleep. My aunt would wake me (and my siblings) with a vicious pinch. Then, to keep us awake, we had to scoot forward to the edge of the chair and stay there. We'd beg to be allowed to relax back against the seat, but nope, coz then we'd just fall asleep again. So there'd be this line of wobbling children (we usually took up most of a row). It was pure torture!!! I can't for the life of me imagine treating my children like that, or any children for that matter.
Dana