Poll: What's your opinion of your parents (dead or alive)

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My parents have always been supportive of me

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Soooo… its kinda a loaded question. My bio dad died when i was 11, but be was never there for me growing up. He stopped coming around when i was 6 or 7. He also was sz and a addict, so i can relate to his struggles and feel like he was trying to do what was best for me. My mom wasnt very loving when i was growing up, and most of my adulthood we havent gotten along. Shes not supportive of me or my struggles. But we talk a few times a year now. And my 19 yr old lives with her.

So i put good, because im in a place where i dont think either are bad.

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I am not so black and white with this, I think they’re at heart good people but like all of us capable of causing harm

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She had better stay in her damn grave if she knows what’s good for her.

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Both my parents are really cool. They both seem to still see the little kid in me who loves horror movies haha.

They both did the best they could with the tools they were given.

I’m a tad closer to my mom, but I still love my father dearly.

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They did a shitty job of raising me, but they aren’t evil.

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They were not the best parents growing up. They could be mean. They were also alcoholics and abusive, especially my dad.

I know “they did the best they could or knew how.”

I’m finally not mad at them anymore. They really are great with me as an adult. I mean, as soon as I moved out really. That was 1999 at 21 years old.

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why does it say dead or alive, i dont think it matters, our parents are our parents no matter if they are with us or passed away

my dad was awesome and i still think about him alot & my mum is pretty cool but she doesnt get my mental illnes but she’s ok, she would push me a lot (alot for me) but i can handle the pressure now and if its too much she is a bit more understanding…

Its not all black & white like some think, its not like i can help it if i cant do something or have to stop something, its just the illness and what i am capable of, i’m not being lazy and i feel bad if i cant do something.

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My mother was a wonderful mother. Not perrect, but she did her best. My dad not so much He liked to pick on me, and didn’t stop until he couldn’t talk anymore. When I was twelve on New Years Eve he ran into the living room and shoved a sock into my mouth, bacause he was tired of listening to me talk. He humiliated me in front of my brother and sister. I’ve got lots of stories, but you get the idea.

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My mom is my number one supporter. I love her very much.

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My parents are overall good to me. Super accepting and supportive both while mentally ill and being a transman.

But my dad is a recovering alcoholic, he used to have a bad temper with me while growing up. Didnt accept me when i came out,did eventually. But since giving up alcohol hes been my best friend. I tell him everything.

My mom does her best. But she is emotionally unavailable. I cant tell her anything thats deep or depressing. I was hoping she’d do better by my younger brother. But he confided in me that it was how it was for me. Now if im in a pinch and need financial help shes there in a heartbeat. I call her a holiday parent. Cause thats about as often as i see her.

She is moving 3 hours away tomorrow. So there’s that. And cancelled our last get together. Robbed of a goodbye for now hug. This is affecting me more then im conciously aware.

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My mom tried her best and at heart is a very good person so I try not to fault her for her short comings as a parent. My dad on the other hand is a terrible person. Just a ■■■■■■■ monster.

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My parents were/are champions. Gave a big chunk of their retirement to give me a trip overseas years ago so it’s not really an obligation but I continue two decades later to help them out. Like being 50 and living with your dad still isn’t the best for things like dating and stuff but I really do feel like I can help dad and still do.

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I think my father has a personality disorder but I don’t feel like putting bad

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There was no middle ground - or 50/50

My mother is a saint

My father was a scum bag - and good riddance

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My mom is where I get my mental struggles from, but she is a very hard working person to keep a roof over mine and my little brothers head.

My dad is… well… there I guess? Sometimes I don’t like it though. He’s very religious, goes to church and believes that is the answer to everything. We butt heads on that a lot, because well. I’m not like that at all. He does have good qualities though, despite being the most judgemental person ever. He has worked a lot in his life and knows lots of things and is always willing to go well out of his way to help someone else in need.

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My view of my parents is ok, my mom wasn’t very affectionate. I don’t remember her really ever hugging me. My dad worked all the time and when he was home he and my mom would sit and talk and we kids had to be in our rooms being quiet.

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Sometimes good, sometimes bad. My parents inflicted a lot of harm over the years. My mom would call every time after she finds out that I was admitted and would yell at me (while saying that the immigration bureau is going to kick me out of the country). I was still paying my tuition and not failing my grades by any means…but yeah. I grew up fearing them extremely because they often told me that they will send me to an orphanage if I didn’t behave. My mom would laugh at this but now that I think of it, I was extremely scared that she was going to send me to an orphanage. I was constantly threatened to not tell my friends about my mental illness. She would also make me pray while sitting on the sofa and beg God for forgiveness for my sins because apparently she thought that my sins were causing my mental illness.

But they’ve come around and are good parents now. They understand me better and have apologized for the harm done. Everything is much better but my parents are sad that I have a disability.

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I never knew my dad when I was a kid. The only thing I was told about him was the police arrested him and put him in jail. I was also told he was a bad man, and if anyone claimed to be my dad came around, not to go with him and tell my mom or another adult.

My mom on the other hand had a drinking problem and was abusive at times. I’m sure she was doing her best, but I picked I didn’t have a good option of my parents.

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