When my daughter was four years old, I thought I was the best parent. I used to feed her, bathe her, play with her. One day when she didn't take up a wrapper and put it in the dustbin at my neighbour's house, I got so angry and lost my temper. In that moment, I became emotional and started crying. My thought of being a great parent vanished because in reality I was different. When I was doing my internship at Baptist's Hospital in Bangalore for clinical psychology, I realised one thing, all teen...

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