Stick
Experienced
- Aug 31, 2020
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TW// This is rambling about how parental mental health causes problems in their children. I know there are a lot of parents here, and I don't mean to offend or make you anyone guilty for having kids. If hearing about how bad parenting has affected my mental health will upset you, it is best that you don't read on.
Almost like a lineage, I can trace a lot of my mental hell all the back to my grandparents.
On my Mom's side, my Great grandma and grandpa fought constantly and hated each other with a passion, but, they were at a time when divorce wasn't okay. Instead, they used their two kids to punish the other spouse, leaving both children without the knowledge of how they should be treated. And because of sexism, they made sure to let my Grandmother know that she wasn't as valuable as her brother.
My Grandma knows this wasn't right, and when she turns 18 she goes out into the world to do what she wants instead of being a pawn for her family. This decision then costs her all of her foundation and support, ruining her and leaving her homeless. Eventually she picks herself up and marries a man: my alcoholic grandfather. I don't know much about him, only horror stories of what he would do to my Mother, Uncle, and Grandma. But having grown up in a dysfunctional home, my grandma sees it as normal, and stays together for the kids.
My mother is born. My grandma is stretched to thin and can't provide the support she needs, and my Grandfather provides the opposite of love. To make matters worse, my Grandma is crippled in a car wreck, and becomes a perceived embarrassment to my Mom.
Mom doesn't want to live the same life as grandma.She doesn't have the emotional strength to get by on her own and she desperately seeks the love she never got growing up, and flings herself at every man. But, deathly afraid of being left alone or treated as Grandma was, she develops means of manipulating her partners into acting as she wants, at least until they leave her. Eventually, she has me and my sister in an attempt to keep my Dad with her, but as soon as she plays her games he leaves. She already has a son from a previous relationship, and so is stretched much to thin to take care of us.
To make things worse, I have a host of issues as a baby. I was so fussy that my Mom has said that for the first two months of my life I never stopped crying. She tried to give me away at one point to my godmother, only for her to give me back.I have a caregiving personality, and in order to fulfill her emotional needs my Mom treated me as though I were the parent. Even in elementary school, I would coach her on how to control her anger,keep her from spending money on things she doesn't need, listen to her adult fears and adult issues, be there for her, worry for her, and do the chores I was asked of not out of obedience, but out of a need to take care of her. But when I was anxious? When I had my silly fears every child had? Then, I needed to be stronger than that.
I became an adult at 8, which turned me into a child at 18.
I didn't even get to my Dads side, but you get the point. There are so many other things in my life that have made me into who I am, and so many other problems that I have, but it's fascinating and cruel how I can trace many of my flaws all the way back through my family.
Almost like a lineage, I can trace a lot of my mental hell all the back to my grandparents.
On my Mom's side, my Great grandma and grandpa fought constantly and hated each other with a passion, but, they were at a time when divorce wasn't okay. Instead, they used their two kids to punish the other spouse, leaving both children without the knowledge of how they should be treated. And because of sexism, they made sure to let my Grandmother know that she wasn't as valuable as her brother.
My Grandma knows this wasn't right, and when she turns 18 she goes out into the world to do what she wants instead of being a pawn for her family. This decision then costs her all of her foundation and support, ruining her and leaving her homeless. Eventually she picks herself up and marries a man: my alcoholic grandfather. I don't know much about him, only horror stories of what he would do to my Mother, Uncle, and Grandma. But having grown up in a dysfunctional home, my grandma sees it as normal, and stays together for the kids.
My mother is born. My grandma is stretched to thin and can't provide the support she needs, and my Grandfather provides the opposite of love. To make matters worse, my Grandma is crippled in a car wreck, and becomes a perceived embarrassment to my Mom.
Mom doesn't want to live the same life as grandma.She doesn't have the emotional strength to get by on her own and she desperately seeks the love she never got growing up, and flings herself at every man. But, deathly afraid of being left alone or treated as Grandma was, she develops means of manipulating her partners into acting as she wants, at least until they leave her. Eventually, she has me and my sister in an attempt to keep my Dad with her, but as soon as she plays her games he leaves. She already has a son from a previous relationship, and so is stretched much to thin to take care of us.
To make things worse, I have a host of issues as a baby. I was so fussy that my Mom has said that for the first two months of my life I never stopped crying. She tried to give me away at one point to my godmother, only for her to give me back.I have a caregiving personality, and in order to fulfill her emotional needs my Mom treated me as though I were the parent. Even in elementary school, I would coach her on how to control her anger,keep her from spending money on things she doesn't need, listen to her adult fears and adult issues, be there for her, worry for her, and do the chores I was asked of not out of obedience, but out of a need to take care of her. But when I was anxious? When I had my silly fears every child had? Then, I needed to be stronger than that.
I became an adult at 8, which turned me into a child at 18.
I didn't even get to my Dads side, but you get the point. There are so many other things in my life that have made me into who I am, and so many other problems that I have, but it's fascinating and cruel how I can trace many of my flaws all the way back through my family.