Heather Sellers:

I couldn't bear to think of my mother loving me but unable to face me, to stare into my eyes, to care for me emotionally, to offer me her face.  Like any daughter, as much as I wanted to separate from her, I wanted to be deeply connected to her, I wanted to redeem her, I wanted to protect her.  I wanted to love and to understand, in that order.

You Don't Look Like Anyone I Know, p. 224