My mom used to say, I don't say, I love you. 🙁 She belittled, ridiculed and mocked me daily. I have PTSD as an adult from it...I'm going to say, not a loving household. Sometimes I dream WHAT IT TRULY would be like to have had acceptance or warmth..

My parents were horrible people. The only time they ever touched me was to hit me. Never a kind word, never a pat on the back, never a hug. Do something wrong and they beat the crap out of me. Until I was big enough to fight back. I learned at an early age not to trust adults. I still don't.

By the time I was 20, I was bitterly angry about my upbringing. I also had severe CPTSD, which was growing steadily worse. Eventually, this all got sorted out, but it took half a lifetime and a lot of hit and miss kind of work to fix it. I can now look back fondly on parts of my childhood and say there were a few worthwhile moments in spite of all the debits.

Eh, they always meant well.

My mom had a lot of undiagnosed and untreated mental issues. Totally not her fault. She’s been through a lot of shit in her life. But I ended up basically being raised to be her therapist. She was also much less than kind to me during my tween years and I ended up with PTSD and anorexia on top of the bipolar disorder I was predisposed to. She sheltered me, gaslit me, fostered all my deepest fears and created thousands of new ones.

She wanted to protect me from the world as she had experienced it. I knew that. But it kept me from going out and experiencing the world myself and enjoying it, well after I hit adulthood.

My dad was fantastic, incredibly supportive and the family voice of reason. Unfortunately he was a bit emotionally aloof and rarely around in my later childhood because of his work.

‘Tis what it ‘tis I suppose.

Edit: I typo’d

Yes. I was very lucky. I felt loved and secure and had a wonderful childhood. My mum wasnt particularly warm, but she loved us dearly. Dad was very hands on and fun.
So yes.....i had a lovely childhood.

My brother and I just had a conversation. about this today. We were truly blessed.

Sorta yes, sorta no. I had responsibilities in high school very few kids had if at all. My diet was bad and quite limited. Not by choice until I got to high school and I did my own grocery shopping.

My dad and my stepmom divorced and that took a toll on him.

My mom and dad divorced when I was 5 and I think I felt a bit neglected by her.

My dad remarried when I was about 9 years and my stepsisters had more money than I did so they got to persue their hobbies and I really didn't.

I have to say it wasn't that Bad but it wasn't amazing either.

Sorta yes and sorta no. There was quite a bit of dysfunction and emotional bullying in my home. My mother was always ridiculing me in the day and left our home when I was 13. My dad raised us, but was often overwhelmed and absent. I had a grandmother that lived two doors down that seem to love me unconditionally, so there was some balance. Sadly, she died when I was 16.

I am still healing from what I went through.

Fully. I realised probably too late how fortunate I had been

My childhood was amazing.

My mom though became extremely controlling when I got to highschool but looking back, my older sister drove her over the edge when she was a teen and my mom was probably was afraid I’d be the same way

Yes, it was. I don't look back on it fondly, but that's ultimately on me.

Grew up in foster care nothing good about it.

It was as good as it could be under the circumstances. I can't say I really look back on my upbringing fondly, but I don't look back with horror either. I learned a lot and turned out (sorta) ok.

I know my mom cared and did the best she could with what she had... and when she cried because she couldn't feed us... and later... cried because she finally could feed us... I think there's a lot of love in her heart.
As I am now an adult and single mom... I understand my mom so much better and I love her...as I know she loved me.
And I hope my children realize how much I love them too.

Sort of no. My mother was a narcissist, and my father was mainly absent. I didn't lack for food or clothing. But there was no real affection. I don't think my parents knew HOW to be affectionate.

I think my father loved me, in his own way. You hang on to the ONE person who holds out the possibility of love...IMO. My mother loved the thought that she could use me to one up her sisters.

Yes. Even my only sibling was sort of loving, every now and then. There were certainly times I didn't [b]feel[/b] that way, of course, especially those years between 12 and maybe 18. Even then though, I knew what fine and honorable people my parents were.

No there was no love or even a kind word.

Yes, I can say I was fortunate enough to grow up in a loving family and had a very happy childhood 😇💙😌

It was a loving home, but it wasn't a hugging and kissing home.

Oh yes my parent's was amazing

Quite the opposite

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No

No, it was abusive on every level..

Don't pity me, I'm a surviver and that isn't my story

i did, i came from a very loving, respectful caring home/family.

I would yes and no, depending on the parent.:)

My parents had to change how they parented. I was the “experimental model” (first child). So initially they parented me with some of the strict rules [b]they[/b] were raised with. They eased up as my siblings came along. Now I have a wonderful relationship with them, and they acknowledge they made mistakes.

no.

Yeah. Didn't make it perfect tho. My dad may love us but that didn't stop him from being an alcoholic.

I won't be too critical of him tho. That would be ridiculous coming from me and tbh it doesn't matter. The past is gone.

No, not at all.