How did your parents fuck you up as a kid?

It's complicated.

Both parents were first generation Scientologists and my Father was a narcissist, my mother is what they call a ''dead mother''.

My mother didn't love me enough.
My father loved me too much.

My mother is an unmedicated paranoid schizophrenic. She got out of control sometimes

first generation Scientologists

Ouch, how'd you break away from that? Still in touch with any of your family?

Neither of my parents really loved me, they were both physically abusive. My father attempted to strangle me, he would throw things at my sister, and things like that.
I've ended up with "unhealthy feelings" towards my sister, but I did a good job at making sure I was the really fucked up one so she's just a NEET that lives with me while I hold a job and pine after her.

how'd you break away from that?

My father died, may he rest is piss.

Still in touch with any of your family?

Only my mother

inb4 parents claim their evil bosses didn’t pay them enough so they couldn’t afford good food and “had” to buy McDonalds

Bitch your lazy ass woulda chosen MickyD’s regardless. You ain’t cookin a real meal no matter how much damn money you make, and you know it.

Not me but my girl. Her parents are both in the movie industry her dad a film director / screenwriter. And her mom a movie actress / broadway actress...

They put her into therapy at the age of four. Her mom was an alcoholic and would berate her that she was worthless. Her dad would leave for large stints so she was raised by nanis.

Her dad is also an alcoholic but claims it helps his process... We've had to pick him off the floor and more than once he's been nearly naked passed out around the house... Even when I started dating and visiting.

i was homeschooled.

Only my mother

Is she still in the cult?

Dad was generally just a huge asshole who turned into a hardcore MAGA cultist. Absolutely dumb as rocks useless boomer.

Mom is a doormat for him, she hurt my view of women for a while because of how meek of a person she is

Prostitute drug addicted mother.

Lost license to DUI

Had to drive her with my learners permit

Learned where all the hotels were

Would sometimes get me a sweaty 20 for the effort

"I feel so safe knowing your there"

Shared a bed with her from like 14-17

Somehow I avoided suicide, ran away, socialized myself and got married + kids and shit, but holy fuck.

I am 6'4 and super handsome, I guess CHILDHOOD is a total dump stat

Nobody can choose their fate, but with diet & exercise most people can lose weight and keep the weight off

ITT lib trash complain about not being born into a perfect family

Get over yourselves, faggots. You're adults now, stop blaming other people for you being piles of shit in current year.

No, I convinced her to stay away. Thanks to the internet there is just too much information on how Scientology is selling delusions.

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Glad to hear. Too bad logic and reason couldn't be used to save others in cults. (Jehovahs witnesses, and MAGA for instance)

Dad hit me a lot for dumb shit. Mom either let me do whatever I wanted or screamed at the top of her lungs when she was overwhelmed. Step dad was a god send, perfect parent in every way and I would have killed myself if it wasn't for him.

Dad constantly working or sleeping, not really present as a parent. Mom didn't have a job, she struggled with a lot of things, definitely 2-digit IQ. I have 5 siblings, 4 of them sisters.
Childhood was built out of austere poverty, emotional neglect, and my constant escape into imagined fantasies. Brother and mine bedroom was a storage room with no windows.
I'm 49yo now.
I'm posting on Anon Babble.
Kinda says how I turned out.

my parents weren't terrible, just very old fashioned in regards to discipline and punishment

Are you replying to me?

Obesity
ADHD
Avoidant/Dependent personality disorder.

I'm getting treatment for the first two. Third is pretty grim but at least I got disability coverage because of it.

already decided for me that I'll be going into the Air Force as early as the 5th Grade, so I wasn't pushed academically

literally nothing else mattered: military, military, military, with even being forced into the AFJROTC the moment I entered high school (dropped out of the program in 11th Grade)

no physical exercise outside of yard work, chores, etc. Ate like absolute garbage all the time.

Biological dad was never there, of course, so it was my mom and step-father (from the 6th Grade onward)

Biological dad's side of the family treated me like an outsider every time I had to visit them, which was practically every summer

multiple psychiatrist visits because parents couldn't/wouldn't understand me, with me being hospitalized from Dec. 23-26 in 2005 for self-harm

had to enroll in an anger management course a year later because I stopped arguing so much (close to graduation)

joined the Air Force just days after high school graduation, but was kicked out during Basic in Week 0

At the end of it all, I'm no longer angry at them. My life is where it is now largely because of them, sure, but I admittedly could've done a lot of things better/differently. Thinking about it though, they certainly could've prepared me for military life better since they were so hard-up for me enlisting.

My dad forced me to drink a whole bottle of beer and turned me into an ashtray a different time. he did this random times when i was 2-6yo. turned me into a teetotaler.

I'm just glad he sobered up after those years.
He commited suicide at age 54 because of gambling debts.

anyways now i post on Anon Babble and burglarized home for a living.

hamburger

i steal those too, yes.

By fucking up my penis

so you're in'n out?

How do u burglarize homes for a living? How are you still alive?

be me, M, 1st gen US born immigrant from a Latin country

My dad is a narcissistic autist. Literally. I’m 90% sure he is on the spectrum. He’s almost always been one of those “present but not exactly there” in terms of just raising me as his son. A lot of this was because of work but I still don’t think this is a good enough excuse. Aside from finances my mom practically raised me single handedly.

My mom was a huge perfectionist and raised my siblings and I as such and it was degrading asking for help or to make mistakes. She was also a bit of a narcissist but better than my dad

Both of them had little to no patience for everything and whaddya know? I had ADHD (just got diagnosed last year) and I suspect I’m slightly on the spectrum but that’s yet to be confirmed

My dad whooped my ass with full grown man strength for no good reason on various occasions (As early as about 3 years old) and borderline beat me up until I was ~15. Although these moments were sparse and didn’t happen that often. Oh yeah he also force fed me corn when I was 4 and I started to choke and vomited all over the table. To this day I can’t really eat whole corn without that memory popping up

Mom did try to defend me from his antics but she had her own issues. While she didn’t really physically tore me down she did spiritually. She berated me on my interests as a kid and said, “why can’t I like something more useful or intellectual”. Or how when I asked for help for anything she would get impatient/upset and always remark how she never asked her parents for help with anything.

This led me to be hyper independent and insanely insecure with myself and I had an identity crisis for nearly my whole life. I’ve gotten mostly over it thanks to therapy

Also: 1) my dad is an autist 2)my mom is super introverted 3) they come from a different culture 4) I was also likely an autist w/ ADHD

I did not know how to socialize with my peers at all.

I assume he is a penn tester, good biz the big guys call themselves private security and pull from armed forces all over the globe, but their tech teams are the real criminals.

Only a crime if the victim cries foul.

They didn't buy me a Game Boy for Christmas and I decided right then and there to be a gay ketamine dealer

Related to OP image, I wasn't herded towards healthy food. I remember having Coca Cola in a sippy cup as a toddler.

Also they didn't beat me for my insolence. I wish they had.

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However, I was taught well on manners and how to address elders and this caused adults to think I was more well adjusted than I really was.

Had trouble socializing for almost my whole life but now I can handle myself just fine

Oldest of 3 siblings. 2nd sibling (bro) turned out to be autistic and we found out when my 3rd sibling (sis) was going to be born

This caused my parents to tell me that their focus was going to be on them from now on which even at a young age I understood and took responsibility.

However, this basically just turned into me becoming emotionally neglected. Only checked in on me if I was healthy and doing well in school or if I got into any trouble.

as I’m writing this I may not have much room to complain since they did buy me shit like a gameboy, PS3, Wii, and 3DS.

but at the same time they would hold those things over my head when I acted up and guilt trip me into feeling bad that I “made them” buy those things when we didn’t have much money

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ff till I was 7-8 and I still get my ass beat as “punishment” and due to my bro’s condition they couldn’t really correct him the “ol’ fashioned way” and due to my sister being a girl they were a lot softer on her.

Never resented my siblings but I resented my parents reasoning and I hated that I had to endure so much shit. Though, I never wished that my siblings felt what I went thru

Around this time that I had witnessed my dad beating my mom.

heh, it’s kinda tragic how I found out too.

we all used to play this game where my dad pretended to be a robber or something and my mom would ask for help and I would swoop in like a super hero and “save her”

That day she did ask for help and I thought we were still playing but I also heard panic and fear in her voice and as I got closer I saw him beating her all while my sister was already there seeing it firsthand and crying and I just stood there paralyzed and helpless.

I couldn’t save her.

My mother loves kids until they reach a certain age. Which is about 12 years old. Then it's like a switch gets snapped and she becomes incredibly hostile. I've watched it happen to a lot of other children in the family. The thing is. I'm the only one who had to actually grow up with that as a mother.
Now she's slowly dying in a chair with ankles the size of my thighs.

Taking out her mental issues, typically anger, not at me but around me. Would get so mad at inconsequential things, objects falling, the cats doing something they shouldn't, stuff like that. I feel like I have a shorter fuse just for being forced to be around it and I fucking hate it. And feeling like I have to walk on eggshells with everyone.

Dad was much more sexually attracted to me (son) than to mom, who still alternates between insisting it never happened and episodes of blaming me for ruining their marriage.

My dad was constantly cheating on my mom and was a violent drunk. I have vivid memories of them arguing loudly after I'd gone to bed, and hearing her cry after she hit him. I walked in on them once after hearing a loud thud to see my mom laying face down on the floor because he (presumably) swept kicked her. I also recall him cutting lightly into her neck with his combat knife. I thank God he didn't kill her that night or i would have been an orphan at 6. Took her until I was 8 for her to finally divorce him.

My mom then raised my sister and I alone, spoiling us but at the same time being sternly strict about my academic life. I didn't have a social life until I was 19.

thread's got me wondering if they really did. my old man's a career criminal with 4-5 more years to serve on his latest sentence and being his kid was fucking difficult but with so much in the way of sexual abuse being described by so many people tonight I guess I had it comparatively easy

Cool larp

How did you manage to get that? I lost my business because of autistic burnout. I didn't know I was autistic. I was really high masking. And now I can barely mask at all. I've had face blindness for years and occasional bouts of OCD, but now I have facial twitches, extreme sensory sensitivities, anxiety out the ass, executive freezes, my face has constant redness/pimple breakouts.
I honestly don't know what to do. At the moment I'm trying to get a space ready to have a workshop on the property to try and do something to make money again. Even my car shit the bed on me.

The fatfuck looks much more like stonetoss than the character he actually uses to represent himself.

They did a generally decent job, better than most children get, so I don't complain other than on this transelvannia saddle making forum

be 2nd child of many

first got lots of attention as expected

most remaining attention on the youngest

little for me other than too young to remember 0-2 years old

was poor at making friends as early as preschool

plenty of bad luck with friends moving away each year, but also terrible relationship skills outside immediete famile

3rd grade try to talk to older bro about how i think a girl is cute

bro seizes up, literally says nothing for 5 minutes

decide fuck it, not getting any advice, lets go play hockey or some shit

never spoken about again

other siblings much younger than me

still no friends that last more than a few weeks

mother never says anything ever about relationships, love, sex, friends, etc.

father rarely at home, but when is home says to be a huge manwhore that fucks as many women as possible and only settle down for the richest, most educated doctors/lawyers

my only goal in life was to find actual romantic love...

decent at interacting with random people acting normal enough, but never anything more than coworker/neighbor/aquantence

goes for male friends and anything sexual/romantic

99% certain i have some kind of assburger/acoustic that was never diagnosed

gave up decades ago on ever having a relationship with anyone

decent at interacting with random people acting normal enough, but never anything more than coworker/neighbor/aquantence

Following you on that score all right.

Not a larp, anon.
Also fun fact: my dad ended up getting cheated on by the woman he left my mom for. He then moped and made an idiot of himself until my sis turned 18, and fucked off back to El Salvador to retire. Last I heard i have a brother 30 years younger than me because that idiot knocked up some new woman.

I depicted you as the one with toothpaste hair

my dad was a greedy conservative cop christian cultist that was barely present that after death was substituted, by an alcholic drunktard that was always bitching and being suspicious that my mother was cheating on him, meanwhile my mother was and is an annoying big mouth superprotective christian cultist conservative that keeps bitching about anything and barely letted me do something on my own.

Dad scolded me for taking her side or some shit I don’t remember

Didn’t want to leave her side that night but she assured me she’d be okay

next morning I woke up to get ready for school and my dad apologized to all of us and how we couldn’t ever mention what happened to anybody

Didn’t know what to say or do other than cry and I didn’t go to school that day.

After that I couldn’t really see my dad as my dad anymore.

Previously, I mentioned how he was distant but in those early days we did bond a little more. Over stuff like basketball and how we would sneak out to watch movies because we couldn’t afford to go altogether as a family most of the time so it’d just be the 2 of us.

I hate recognizing perhaps if THAT along with some other things he did, didn’t happen. Then maybe I would feel as if I had more of a father growing up and right now.

Post incident I slowly became more emotionally detached/intellectualized my feelings and I theorize that the reason for this was bc I didn’t want to be frozen in fear again.

I believe it was a lot of these earlier and strikingly memorable moments that made me have a lot of issues growing up

I’ve largely grown past these problems and have mostly put it behind me thanks to self reflection, therapy, and talking things out recently with my sister and mom.

the thing that still bothers me now tho is how complacent my mom was with the whole thing. I’ve forgiven her for the mistakes she has made and we discussed it but I can’t wrap my head around how she just let this guy continue with what he was doing. I know it’s largely a cultural thing with family and all but it still gets a little under my skin.

TLDR: You can be grateful and still love your parents all while still holding them accountable for what they lacked.

I know what I’ve lived was a field day for some who have posted their stories in this thread—however, my experiences were my own and I stand by that.

at the end of high school everyone got 'awards' for what we all thought would happen in the future

most likely to be president

most likely to be an actor/actress

most likely to do this or that

My award was 'most likely to be forgotten'
Made sense as i was always the last to be included, first to be discarded. I was that guy that everyone knew and didn't mind but everyone assumed was someone else's actual friend

How could we have let Cartoon Network get away with this?????????

They fell for the typical 90s listen to everything a doctor and teacher says. They put me on ritalin to make me sit still and stop misbehaving and then later risperdal to balance out the negative side effects. I never learned to completely socialize normally as a kid because my behavior starting getting weird and I got bullied for it as it was getting weirder. By highschool I had sleep and weight/stamina issues because the meds suppressed my appetite, I'd sleep in class during the day and be up all night because the meds would wear off and I'd suddenly be clearheaded and also my dick would work like normal.

Holy Moly

Did you do oral or what?

lost my virginity at 11 and smoked cigarettes at 12

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Step dad was a god send, perfect parent in every way

green.txt?

Multigenerational sexual assault and family dynamics which hurt independence instead of helping it.

They circumcised me because they fell for the Jewish lie.
From 3 to 17 I was a fucking vegan. I got my dad's genes and grew to an outstanding 6ft8 but since I was a fucking vegan I was skinny as shit growing up and no matter what I did I couldnt put on weight.
My stupid mother left me in a smokey room once and I developed asthma and because of the asthma I developed a sleeping disorder and became a mouth breather.
Im 6ft 8, skinny and I have a recessed chin and a oblong head shape.
My mom was a clingy narcissist helicopter parent and I subconsciously absorbed her retarded narcissisism and I genuinely cannot have a intimate relationship that lasts longer than 8 months. (Yes I'm in therapy)
I'm planning on leaving them. I'm sick of thier shit and I don't want to take care of them given that im the only son that doesnt have a kid.

when i was like, 10-11 or something, my parents said to me "hey xxxx, we gotta talk, privately. come our bedroom, okay?"
i knew something was up, immediately. too young and dumb to know why (lets talk privately...in the house only we are in, as in, every room is already private. why the bedroom?). but not in a bad way, just "uh oh, something heavy. something important is about to be told to me or something". so i go in, and its the usual "hey, come sit on the bed with us, lets have a talk" sorta thing, so i go and sit, and they start telling me about my birth. not in detail, just, thats where the story starts.

yeah so we had you, you were fast, haha, you know about getting whisked away to the lung machine thing and how scared we were and your fine now, but it was real dicey for a bit

anyways part of it was, theres this thing called circumcision, and we basically decided, we wanted to leave this choice up to you. we left you uncircumsized and if you want to have that fixed, or have any questions, or anything, we want you feel totally comfortable and tell us whatever you want. how do you feel, are you okay?

me: oh, huh, haha, yeah. im fine, everything seems good. (convert this into stupid 10-11 year old dialogue).

i imagine my parents were fucking relieved. they took a big chance, went against the norm, knowing they were gonna have to talk to their young ass child about their dick at some point, and they did, and it went smoothly, it seemed.

going a little back, this is what i was thinking basically, again, translate this back to stupid 10-11 year old.

huh? left me uncircumcised? uncut? what are they talking about. i dont have a "foreskin". ive played with my dick a bunch, i know what it looks like. there is no loose flap of skin on the end of my thing, at all.

man, my parents are silly. they dont know what they are talking about. oh well.

" oh, huh, haha, yeah. im fine, everything seems good."

holy fuck why didnt i just say anything. anything at all. coulda

how'd you manage to get kicked out at week 0?