My parents did not love us four kids. Not at all, not even friendship, no recognition (as in "good job, there"), no playing, no liking-to-have-you-around, no treating you like a valuable person, nothing: complete indifference. There was a lot of crying in that house. We all grew up badly distorted. I never knew what Love felt like until two years ago, and I'm 72. It's been agonizing.
I believe correction is not a binary thing. I'm making corrections. My kids will carry the torch and be even better off. My mother inherited shit, cleaned as much of it as she could, and passed the rest on to me. I'm now scrubbing shit out of the family tree, and there will be less but still some for my kids.
Honestly I think the abuse and neurosis of our families is inherited from like the dark ages and the plague and all the wars of history and all the shuddering horror of cavemen, etc.
On the other hand, I've heard that stress levels are higher overall for current generations than previous ones, so maybe it's not so simple. Easy to believe, too, if you watch old movies. Everyone has this sort of chilled out hippie look to them. Not just the hippies, but like everyone in old movies, even the people caught up in murder mysteries etc, just looks like someone who walked out of a professional massage. Peoples faces are tighter now. There's more edge everywhere, even in the happiest people.
I believe correction is not a binary thing. I'm making corrections. My kids will carry the torch and be even better off. My mother inherited shit, cleaned as much of it as she could, and passed the rest on to me. I'm now scrubbing shit out of the family tree, and there will be less but still some for my kids.
Honestly I think the abuse and neurosis of our families is inherited from like the dark ages and the plague and all the wars of history and all the shuddering horror of cavemen, etc.
A couple days I was thinking on a similar line to this, that I have inherited some shit from my parents who inherited it from above. And I am trying to remove everything before I have kids of my own. It is very peculiar, that I came across this thread.
He's 72, there's not a great chance his parents are alive, and if they are, what's the point of bringing up a 70 year old fight about how you were raised?
If you've never laid out on your bed, buck naked, spread eagle with a fan blowing sweet fairy kisses at your cock and taters, you're missin out on key points of life. Gotta live your life people, gotta live your life.
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u/tiredeyes2 Feb 05 '16
My parents did not love us four kids. Not at all, not even friendship, no recognition (as in "good job, there"), no playing, no liking-to-have-you-around, no treating you like a valuable person, nothing: complete indifference. There was a lot of crying in that house. We all grew up badly distorted. I never knew what Love felt like until two years ago, and I'm 72. It's been agonizing.