My relationship with my mom is terrible she was a horrible parent to me I used to block my door with objects when she was mad to prevent her from getting in
My dad was bad when i was younger but he changed really early on so we’re really close
My mom is an awesome person although she is very overbearing and a hypochondriac. She refuses to acknowledge I have mental health problems and tells me I have psychic abilities.
My dad is an alcoholic with rage problems though he’s calmed down in his old age. He’s always away on business…
So it was kind of horrible growing up but things are much better with my parents today.
I had the usual arguments with my mother when i was younger, but i was also very close to her. She has always been a very religious Christian and it both helped and harmed me. My dad and I got along awesome.
Nowadays my relationship with both my parents is excellent. They live three hours away and I go visit them twice a year. I write to my mom on whatsapp almost every other day. I miss them a lot, the last time i saw them was December, and I am planning to visit them before my birthday in May.
My present relationship with my parents are a prayerful one. I pray for my dead parents every day of my life.
I get along fine with my parents. I need them and they need me
I get along my dad and my brother. My mother drives me up the wall but I try and get along with her. I realized that I was a bad seed at a young age and caused a lot of suffering and worry for my parents so I try and get along with them as much as I can.
i was asked to ditch my parents by the pnurse she said the things that came out in therapy - some people have a battering - ive been truly wallopped by the lifestyle and the childhood i have had. so i have to live with the fact i have had to kind of divorce them and not contact them at all. its kinda hard but its been 13 months since i havent seen or heard from them xx
Without keeping up with this entire thread, I will say that I am frequently observing people and forming theories of what their parents expected of them. Like to be successful or to be closely disciplined. Or a consistent parental “hatred” that makes one feel like less.
I love my mother but I have lots of conflicts with my father. They are very important people in my life. They are getting old now.
I got along with both of my parents, i was closer to my mom. My dad died 11 years ago. I live with my mom and she is my best friend.
I have a great relationship with my mum. With my dad it’s OK and improving but I still don’t feel as close to him, I think because his sz/meds made him emotionally unavailable when I was growing up.
My dad passed away but i get along good with my mom. We did have typical family disagreements but nothing terrible. I was closer to my mom than dad because she was more involved in our lives.
I remember how my mom helped me write my first book report for reading class in 7th grade. It was on Tarzan of the Apes. I was at my desk in my own room, she shouting from her room. She was very good in coaching me with short, punchy sentences and with variety. We outlined the report, then “boiled 'er down” into the final draft. It earned 50/50 points. Kelly Hammit in the desk behind me hotly resented it. Mrs Cheleen was pleased, of course – and I became her pet for a while. So yeah, Mom was great sometimes.
Better now that my dad is sober and my mom is starting to understand my illnesses. Growing up my dad would get pissy over nothing and we’d get called some nasty names. My mom wasn’t emotionally involved throughout my teen years. Though they never laid a finger on me there were still hurts but that stuff is done and they are trying to amend their lives.
I didn’t know my biological grandpa as my mom cut off contact because he is a stout Jehovah’s Witness who was just awful to be around so I understand how religion can create barriers. Also, your bit about trauma when a person was young well I agree though what was done to me was by a family friend who was a teenager at the time, you know with his hormones raging n ■■■■. I never used to believe in dissociative amnesia but I sure as hell do now.
That is so sweet!
I digg that you do that.
I pray for my parents almost daily but I am not a member of any religion but believe in my own way…
I try to be thankful every day for all I have to be thankful for.
My mum and I had horrid fights when I was younger.
I remember feeling unloved .
Very lonely ,apathy and that no one understood me.
I would cry sobbing “why does no one love me”…
My mum had hate for me when her boyfriend broke up with her cause of me.
She might of tried to drown me in the bathtub or that could of been a dream.
She later married a man who suffocated me with a pillow and said if it was not for my younger brother I would be dead and that he wanted to kill me.
He tried and when I still rejected him he got nasty and said I do not belong to their family.
He hit me and said nasty things and clearly made it clear I was not a part of the family.
I still like him for some reason …
And his parents too.
I was depressed before he came into our lives though…
My mum would just walk away with my little brother and never defend me.
My father was in another country and when we met it felt like he always criticised me and never said anything nice about me.
He said I am dumb and have short ugly legs and etc
It surprises me that just recently he has started saying nice things about me and that he is proud of me despite that I do not work (he used to hate people that do not work)
I had memory of being molested by him but every one says it is a delusion so I believe that now too but it felt like a memory.
I forgive my parents.
I include my step mum in parents in a way because she helped me and raised me aswell.
She was stability and peace and time with her was quality.
We had a telepathic and spiritual closeness and bond and she used to hold my hand and squeeze it so tight and I squeezed back.
I love her and she said I can turn to her.
She gave me a place to live for free.
She helped me emotionally support too.
I behaved badly to her after my apathy n s pression and hopelessness feelings .
But she stood by me and was not chased away to stop loving and caring for me.
We used to lay on the couch together and I laid in her arms .
I adore my biological mum but we did have instability , dramas,abuse etc
She is University educated as is the dad and step mum mum I had.
I did not go to uni.
My father had said he only wanted one child and that was the daughter with long legs and blonde hair who was raised in same house ,heaps of friends , family and of course she was a virgin and only ever had one boyfriend who she then married and she went to uni ,traveled the world for over $30000…and of course she calls him papa …
I am sad I was the ■■■■ the dumb unloved one with no belonging anywhere …
I was actually raped many times and I was sick as a child long before I ever tried alcohol n drugs.
I was a binge drinker and lived destructively , list few relationships I had due to schizophrenia and not feeling like myself etc
I do have my neigh I am grateful for every day and my man etc
Maybe it is the most stable home I ever had here but that said my man could kick me out in a heart beat…
So it is not so stable as it feels
My father might have love for me but I am not sure.
He is in contact with her often and she may be everything he wanted that I am not…
I have had paranoia.
The sister I do not want to be in contact with ever again although she gave me comfortable sandals.
The brother sang to me on the phone very sweet.
I adore my biological mum and still have difficulties but she divorced the step dad I had and I wish them happiness.
It hurts me that my relationship with them n the dad…
I think he and I are alike .
We both cried to the movie about oh.
Cartoon one with Rihanna .
We are both sooks and sensitive and wiwrdozzz but does he really love me …
He has pictures of her all over his home …
Don’t think he has any of me up and if so it might just be one.
He Could I feel helped me work wise as he did his girlfriends with money…
But he did not spend much on himself only for travel perhaps
I paid for my own education as a aged care worker but I could not work with it because another person man goes in my body hysterical and undoable so I can not work.
I tried.
I love my parents but thought I had another father who loved me loves me …
That was a delusion.
Sorry to read about the flagrant emotional abuse. It’s a complicated story with so many parents and step-parents. Also sorry you have paranoia and delusions.
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