My brother and I had difficult childhhods. Our mother used to regularly beat the crap out of us for unpredictable reasons, and our dad just sort of stayed out of things related to childrearing. There was no set of rules we could follow and know we'd be OK. My brother retreated into a shell of anxiety. I rebelled and did whatever I felt like. The more rules I could break, the better, my mother be damned. I probably got beaten up more often, but I think my way was healthier than my brother's in the long run. But yeah, getting a swollen leg and feeling a little ill from a snake bite was significantly better than being beaten up by my mother.