I was a "breached" baby, born not breathing, with my mother's umbilical chord wrapped around my neck. I often think about the Enneagram/Attachment style theory that posits enneagram 8's attachment is one built around rejection of the maternal, "nurturing" figure and, subsequently, being cared for/nurtured overall--hell, I see why. lol By the time I emerged from the womb, I had already been fucked over. Poor bastard never stood a chance.