I absolutely do this. It takes a lot of effort for me to shift the facade of happy families/get over it-ism that my parents fostered at home. I was genuinely astounded at the response of the ward staff when I disclosed a bit about what was going on at home. They wanted to get social services involved and asked me if I wanted to press charges. The shock of that still rings today. I feel like I must have overstated it, that it wasn't really that bad, I must have just been a whingey little brat. I feel guilty being in therapy when other people must need services more than me. The other week my male T was comparing aspects of my hyper-vigilance to how soldiers he has treated behave and react to "normal" stimulus. Maybe it's a sign of progress I looked at this in a purely technical light rather than brooding (too much, anyway) on the insignificance of my experiences compared to theirs. Like others have said, at the end of the day this is the effect my experiences has had on me, and I'm trying to treat my own illness. Playing trauma top-trumps is not conducive to my mental health and I try to fight it when I realise that's what I'm doing.