Who raised you as a child? What impact did it have on your life?

13 foster homes each one abusive in its own way. A pedophile priest and the juvenile system. It killed the little boy i was and I'm what's left .

I was raised by both parents but they were addicted to meth. Because of my parents meth use everyone was mean to me as they thought i wouldn't amount to anything. They also knew that noone would stand up for me so even a decent amount of my teachers were bad to me to the point i was punished for things i didnt even know about. But i will leave it there

Raised by my mum and dad until he died when I was 8, that had a huge impact on my life, I have 3 older brothers, who have been a great influence on me, good men with good hearts, I had a great childhood considering.
Also my grandma who I was extremely close to, both my grandfathers died before I was 6 months old, I didn’t have many father figure roles.
My mum wasn’t really there emotionally after he passed away, which left me with deeper issues, i don’t blame her though and understand she went through an awful time, I didn’t know all this until the past few years after dealing with my marriage issues, looking at myself and why I seem to end up with abusive men.
My own self worth wasn’t great, I wasn’t good at setting boundaries and ignored red flags.
Being a people pleaser, I’ve learnt I need to stop putting myself last while seeing to everyone else’s needs.

I wouldn’t change it, I feel I’m stronger, healing from it all.
So I’m happy it all happened the way it did. 🥰

My parents. Kind of a strange upbringing from my perspective now. I was raised on “children should be seen and not heard.” There wasn’t a great deal of affection or interaction, but they seemed by one consent intent on protecting me from any harshness in the world. I had no responsibility and little guidance, rarely any consequences to my actions. I appreciate their best intentions, but I also know that my nature’s reaction to that was a lifetime of difficulty with conflict, socialization, self-worth, and a hard learning curve for adulthood. On the other hand, all that space to dream and occupy myself and the necessity of reading body language to gauge my welcome means I never lost my sense of wonder, I am never bored, I can self-soothe, and have a strong sense of empathy. A funky sort of balance maybe, but I haven’t done badly with it and I’m grateful I still have them. ❤️🙂

No one really, I grew up in the streets. 😔 It's amazing I graduated high school and went on to college.⭐😊I was determined to find a better life.

Both my parents. My father isnt a great man and it took me years to realize how f-d up dysfunctional and abusive my family is. I lost my mom too early at the precipice of my adulthood and my dad effectively abandoned and traumatized me in a way that has affected my whole adulthood until the past year when I started actually working on the trauma.

Back than it was like a community.
My parents, my granddad, few of my aunts and uncles. Few neighbours. All had a beautiful impact on me.

Too one as usual parents and my grandfather

My parents, though I spent a lot of time at my grandparents as my parents both worked full time.

Both parents still alive and well, I’m very blessed. I think I have a solid foundation because of their effort..

Stepmom
Dad was rarely around

Not the greatest of impact

Mostly an aunt and uncle but one time for a year a different aunt and uncle and my real parents 3 different times for about a year each time. Chaos moving from place to place, school to school, losing good friends each time. I just wanted stability in adult life and put up with too much for too long when I should have picked up and moved on to have some peace.

Mostly myself, i had parents that hated me and didnt care

i did and i turned out awesome for the most part

Just my Mum. She was awesome.

I raised by goats

My parents' programming of me taught me how to survive, but not to live.

I’ll tell about my husband instead of me.

He started off with two parents who didn’t care enough to plan so the kids would be properly taken care of. They scraped by until his father died of cancer. Then his mother became a shell of what little of a mother she was before. He and his siblings lived in conditions that would make any sane person sick and angry. They went hungry and unwashed. His grandparents stepped up. His grandmother gave him the support and loving care he craved. His grandfather provided stability and structure. Together they helped shape my husband for the better. Imperfect as they were they tried their best and my husband knew love because of them. His grandmother passed away last summer before our son was born and we believe his grandfather won’t be far behind. I’m so thankful for what their provided for my husband and a lot of who he is today is because of their influence and efforts.

Grandma. Thank God she was in my life

I had both my parents. Still do, for which I’ve been grateful. They’ve always been there for me, without fail.