I suppose in some ways I was.
My sense is that I must have provided some stimulus to my parent(s) that escalated the violence to a more serious level. I mean, I had never experienced a concussion at their hand in my pre-teen years.
I think part of that stimulus may have been me beginning to stand up for myself after years of various abuses.
That didn't last long though. The shame of going to school severely bruised was enough to bring me under control. As is my tendency, I withdrew into myself, and chose the path of least resistance - compliance and non-self-expression.
I directed my anger and my difficulty inward. I self-sabotaged, ruining their possession and their plans.
By the time I was engaging in sex, drug use, and self-injury, I was doing those things discreetly, not wishing to make trouble for anyone.
And well, I never became a father, got sober, don't have any visible scars, and eventually learned to love and accept myself, so I guess it all turned out OK.
cheers,
Ian