- Yes I struggled with my parents
- No I didnât disagree with them
- Parents didnât factor into my treatment
In high school (of coarse typically) I didnât get along with them at all.
I was still close with my mom thenâŚ. But I was still rebellious.
Now I love both of them and we get along usually
when I was 12 my dad left us three little kids and my mom but I was the only one old enough to hear mom crying and begging on the phoneâŚwhen mom asked him for money he said, âbonnie, you better get a jobââŚhe was in Nevada with another woman mom found out and I held it against him. then my parents got back togetherâŚnever divorced, just seperated for a yearâŚwe fought me and my dad all the way until I moved out at 18. later I forgave him but we were never close me and dad really.
I started to get schiz early teens and didnât know I was getting schiz nor did parents. I had problems at school and failed most of my exams my dad put me down as a âdead legâ then I had breakdown and then my parents understood. Most of the time theyâve been very supportive and caring
Itâs hard to say what to put because in the beginning they thought I wanted to be sick and was faking it now they realize I wasnât faking they still donât
understand but there very supportive people and without them I would be dead tbh
Yes. Both parents came from disfunctional families. Were well-intended, but traumatized and possibly autistic. But said they were perfect. And I the only problem.
I responded in all the wrong ways. Fight, flight, freeze, fawn. And when I crashed, they took in my kid. Which I am not happy about, because I did not want history to repeat itself. But the mh and cps people would not believe me until recently. Because they mask. And I do not.
In short: family is a mess.
Also I forgot to mention the doctors thought I was faking then they got a second opinion and slowly accepted it but when I saw the first doctor who said I was faking I donât buy for a second they believed it they just wanted the opinion to be real I donât blame them because I want the first doctor too be right too lol
i didnât want anything to do with psychosis I wanted to be cured
My parents were abusive and, sometimes, neglectful (neglectful when I was small). Yes, I struggled with them.
My brother, sister and I turned out well. In the back of my mind I think, some people shouldnât have had kids.
I have very mixed feelings about my parents. Theyâre both dead now. Love, frustration,hurt,admiration etc- a mixed bag of positive and negative emotions. They argued a lot and I was very often seen as the trigger for such arguments . Was I a PPIEW child? Far from it. But I was blamed too much for things that were never my fault. Between the ages of 8 and 18 I spent 75% or so of the . time as a boarder at prep and then public school. I still struggle to cope with the traumatic effect it had nearly 50 years after leaving school. For many years I was annoyed with them. Time- being more mature,learning more, - that made me realise I wouldâve been bullied wherever I went to school. Itâs been the experience of very many of us late diagnosed with ASD. My parents didnât make other boys bully me.
In 1981, when at my lowest ebb or very near to it(1982 it mightâve even been lower) my father decided to take a post as British consul general to Atlanta. My parents had separated by that time . He liked being there so much he turned down being Ambassador to the Gabon etc when his posting to Atlanta finished . So between 1981-2018(last time I saw him) I saw him around once a year for about 6 hours a time. There was one 2 week visit to see him in 1995. He gave a lot of help to my sister and step brothers and sisters, but very little to my brother and I- the worst off. The final kick in the teeth was leaving all his money to my stepmum who, judging by how she is, will then leave any that remains to her children.
I have pictures of my mum holding me as a baby and looking very happy. That didnât last. Somewhere along the line I became the often mentioned by her awkward baby/toddler/child/ teenager etc. She developed a drink problem, and was the ânasty drunkâ type. Efforts to encourage to stop were met with âI drink because ofâŚâ Usually something one of us had done. She managed to hold down a job as an assistant library manager despite her drink problem. After retiring, with the ability to booze when ever she fancied, the situation got much worse. Her physical health markedly declined. I bitterly regret my part in that. I did her shopping list online and sheâd invariably want a bottle of alcohol. By that time rather shady carers were coming in who wouldâve got the booze for her ,if I hadnât. Then there was the issue of how going âcold turkeyâ wouldâve affected her physically given how much she had been drinking. She needed professional help to quit in a sensible way, but how does that happen when a person adamantly denies they have a drink problem. I feel guilty, but also hurt that I was put in an impossible situation,- as was my brotherâŚ
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Bad sh I. T went down.
I gave unconditional love , patience, forgiveness, kindness, gentleness and they abused that and were unable to truly love me .
They never wished me well and is something good happened to me it was more âyou donât deserve thatâ.
Iâll not say what they did to me but it was ugly.
They donât appreciate me , respect me or truly love me and they donât deserve me.
âThe motherâ destroyed me.
So did âthe fatherâ.
But âmother more time and etc
Shd set out to ruin me consciously.
She hated me and was jealous etc.
She succeeded in destroying me.
I healed a bit thankfully but I havd lots wanting to destroy me again.
My land lord gives me affordable rent and I canât afford to move out because Iâm not financially independent and she said she wants me to not âcut off âfamilyâ.
I tried getting away from them all but couldnât back then.
Iâm over them.
Getting disrespected gets old.
Iâve been hated and disrespected and etc my whole life by everyone.
Iâve been all alone surrounded by the enemy.
Why did my people leave me alone with them.
Anyway I donât believe they are my real parents.
They are definitely not my soul parents who adore and love me and respect me and appreciate and value me and wish me the best and are happy for me if something good happens to me.
Iâm so sorry to hear - all your words feel like they could apply to mine. they remind me of mine, even if they happened to do totally different things
At one point my mum even said out loud to my dad in another room âwhy did i even have childrenâ
One of my cousins observed that my parents never seemed proud when me and my sister did something that we really wanted to
Struggled with parents a lot - managed to get away for 1.5 years before coming back after struggling again, hoping that things had changed. but they hadnât really.
Nowadays i try to have people in my life who are not my parents
A former teacher, and two friendly acquaintances
They have each given me different things, even if i have known the latter just more recently
I feel grateful that i did find these people
I changed my vote because although I wasnât abused I did struggle with my parents to an extent.
Things at home werenât perfect
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