He is a loser, he had good jobs but he could not maintain that. When I was 12 years old, he was agressive with me, most because he was annoyed by my grandma and she yelled at him, so he come at me and he beat me. In my late adolescence he never hear me and he was submissive with everyone, he yells and discuss with my mother all the time. He was abscent in my life and he let his father die alone and he never take me to visit him. Now he have cancer, he is unnemployed and he is living with the money of his mom, he is also addict to casino. Do anyone have a father like this? Please tell me im not alone
My dad was cool. but he passed away ten years ago when he was 76. He was a well-functioning alcoholic with a terrible temper that he tried to hide from us kids but he raised us kids pretty well. He had a high school education but we always had a nice car, plenty to eat, nice clothes and lived in nice houses and apartments.
We had years where the whole family went to church and a lot of our friends from church were wealthy. He grew up in a small town in Central California, and was born during the Great Depression, and though he wanted to fight in WWII with his friends it ended right before he was old enough to enlist. He did end up enlisting though and later he fought in the Korean war.
But here he was, a kid growing up in a rough and tumble town who later frequented any bar he saw no matter how rough and was just trying to have fun and worked in factories, and at hard labor jobs, he married my mom and had us three kids and learned how to be a surveyor. And then when he should be comfortable and enjoying his well-earned peaceful later years in his fifties, then his kid gets diagnosed with schizophrenia. And then part of his life became centered around me going from hospital to hospital and semi-frequent crisis’s as I coped with this disease.
I caused my parents a lot of trouble and heartache during the first couple of years with schizophrenia. They were trying to help me as best they could but I treated them like enemies and blamed my disease on them and I didn’t want to see them.
After a year or two it somehow dawned on my little brain that they wanted to help me and they wanted the best for me. That was a turning point but I was still sick but when I was locked up for 8 months in the hospital my dad visited me every day. My mom tried to come every day too but she had health problems that got in the way of that.
But I knew I could always depend on my dad and my whole family. And then with their help I slowly began to recover and I became what they call “stable”. I liked my parents equally and my mom was a great person too .
So many doctors and counselors told me that my dad was really worried about me constantly and how great his concern was for me. But he helped me and if it was not for him I would be dead right now. It is just so amazing how my family had stood by me and they do it so matter of factually and loyally and I’ve been telling them that after hearing so many stories how bad some families treat their schizophrenia children I tell my sisters that they just don’t realizes the enormity of how much they have helped me. As family AND as good human beings they’ve done so much for me.
My biological father was a bum and absent from my life to. He was very abusive when I was a kid and still has trouble with alcohol and drugs. I was lucky enough that another man when I was 12 came into my life and showed me what a real dad looks like and acts.
Sorry your dad sucks just learn from his mistakes and look forward to being a better parent to your future kids.
My family is wonderful but My dad is a depressive ■■■■■■■who really gets agro about dumb shite. I can’t fault him though. I don’t bother him even though I live with them still at 47! We get on better these days because I don’t argue and just let things be. My mother is the strength of the family and when she goes I’d imagine my dad will get back on the alcohol again.
Modern life is problematic but you look out for those who look out for you. No matter what their problems. My dad is an ass sometimes but he’s a good dude to me in others. I don’t judge anymore and I find ways to deal with it all!
Most important is how we deal with who we love! You learn some lessons there people! I won’t be a breeder but for my nieces and nephews and cousins I’m a stand up guy!
I love my dad but sometimes he scares me. He’s very rough around the edges. And lately I can feel the depression consuming him. I feel like it’s my fault though I can’t blame him.
I just started writing a pretty detailed post about my dad, but i just gave up because it was too long. Although i wouldn’t go as far as saying he has an actual personality disorder, he leans towards a schizoid type personality. I will say this, he decided early on that my problem was that I fried my brain using speed (his friend at work had suggested this) and he has been completely unconcerned with my issues since I got sick. He has no idea about what I’m diagnosed as and he just doesn’t care enough to try to understand or offer any real support. He has tolerated me on holidays and such, but that’s it. I guess i love him to a point, but his treatment of me and my mom in particular has always bothered me, well before he started using the illness to further justify his negative attitude towards me.
My parents were alcoholics. My dad would spend Christmas passed out only in his underwear. My mom spent her time drinking and smoking in our old garage. There were many times they couldn’t afford school lunches. My dad sold a few things of mine for booze money. People I didn’t even know would drive him home from the bars and stay for hours drinking even more. He let his stupid drunk friend ask me inappropriate questions. He lost his wife, job, kids in a respect, and most of his hearing.
Parents are both sober now but I still feel the wounds. The world is a shit mess. Lucky to be here. :)
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