Mental health-wise, what would you do if nobody except your spouse remembered your birthday?

[Anonymous]

Millennials make birthdays and Halloween a huge Fing deal.

For us Xenials and GenXs they are more chill.

No one remembers my birthday, even my spouse, which is actually a great gift because I use that as guilt lever nonstop now.

[Anonymous]

I just had my 60th birthday. No one remembered but my financial adviser. LOL. Not my husband, not my kids, not my siblings. Not even my grand kids. Did it bother me ? NOT ONE BIT. Why ? Because I made it to 60 and many we knew never did. God told me Happy Birthday !

My love still flows !

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Like, no close friends, sibs, et cetera? How would you feel and how would you bounce back? Would you care, mentally and emotionally?

Would not care. You make your own party.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My parents forgot my 16th birthday so I got over that being a special day to anyone but me a long, long time ago.

That said, I do appreciate the efforts friends, coworkers, and family make. It’s nice.

But it won’t break me if they forget.

Was it because your sister was getting married?

[Anonymous]

I think people saying that they wouldn't care are full of hot air. They absolutely would care if none of their closest family cared enough to acknowledge their birthday.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My parents forgot my 16th birthday so I got over that being a special day to anyone but me a long, long time ago.

That said, I do appreciate the efforts friends, coworkers, and family make. It’s nice.

But it won’t break me if they forget.

Was it because your sister was getting married?

No, LOL. I had a very chaotic childhood and adolescence. I actually don’t recall their official excuse, but I was always a second thought. Or third thought. The fact is that once you decide you can completely ignore an expert’s warning that your child has likely been sexually abused because you prefer to one up your spouse on a different matter, forgetting the same child’s birthday is probably not causing you much angst.

[Anonymous]

My spouse planned a last minute work dinner on my birthday and completely blindsided me. I got to take care of 2 sick kids alone. Later that night he made fun me when I said this hurt my feelings.

OP, there are worse things.

[Anonymous]

You get used to it after awhile. My birthday is right after Christmas. People have been forgetting it my whole life.

[Anonymous]

Normal for me.

[Anonymous]

Ummm...nothing. Why in the world would anyone else care that it’s my birthday? I’m in my mid-40s and birthdays are really no biggie. What a horribly narcissistic thing to get your panties in a wad about.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My parents forgot my 16th birthday so I got over that being a special day to anyone but me a long, long time ago.

That said, I do appreciate the efforts friends, coworkers, and family make. It’s nice.

But it won’t break me if they forget.

Was it because your sister was getting married?

Did you end up on a date with the hottest guy in the school?! (State, country?!)

[Anonymous]

I would be bummed and I would do something special just for myself.

My parents are dead, my siblings can’t remember my birthday and my husband hates birthdays.

I celebrate on my own. And I’m sad about it.

[Anonymous]

That is bound to happen at some point. I phone my friends ahead of time to invite them to my dinner/party/get-together, so if they don’t call on the actual day I couldn’t care less.

[Anonymous]

If it's important to the Birthday Person, they have some responsibility to remind others

People need to take some responsibility for their own emotional health

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My parents forgot my 16th birthday so I got over that being a special day to anyone but me a long, long time ago.

That said, I do appreciate the efforts friends, coworkers, and family make. It’s nice.

But it won’t break me if they forget.

I just checked the date of this post to see if it is an old thread I responded too... This is eerily the same as me.