The real problem here is your arrogance in labeling them "emotionally unavailable parents." Plus all the weird therapy speak. You're the one that comes off looking immature. I'm sure you quite smugly think you're right. It's annoying ME -- I can only imagine what your poor parents think. So, yes, it sounds to me like you attacked them. Baselessly. At some point, rational people realize there's no winning a circular argument and so they check out. What you see as emotional unavailability is just a self-preservation tactic. It's exhausing to have an unappreciative brat of a child haranguing you and calling you names. |
You feel attacked, because you are one of those parents. Funny how you meantioned "weird therapy talk" whatever you meant by that. My parents also think that mental health is a hoax, that mentally ill people are just weak, that they just need to toughen up. After one of their children committed suicide, they acted "no clue" what happened. No clue why their child killed himself. Stop acting like them or you can speak for them. You have no idea. |
Yep. FWIW, I have a good relationship with my adult daughter, but I am amazed how differently she remembers certain things and how, as a child, she was oblivious to lots of stuff that was going on. Like she was told that the reason her social life is curtailed is that mom is practically bed ridden and recovering from a surgery … but moms are invincible, right? There is no way mom couldn’t walk for a while, right? |
| The past is the past, you cannot change it. I look at how I'm treated now as well as my kids. |
No, because my cold Austrian mother would never show any emotion like that one way or another. She can sort of play-act at being loving, with her friends, or with neighbors, for short periods around them. but when it comes down to it, she just doesn't have it in her. Or she does, but it's an effort for her to show it, so she just doesn't. Friends and neighbors comment on how lovely and pleasant and nice she is, and she is on the surface, but then once the audience is gone, she is just a pretty unemotional person who wants things the way she wants them and has a sort of script to how she thinks the day is going to go, like a school teacher, and she carries out that script without much emotion or without much back and forth discussion, again sort of like a school teacher. Outwardly pleasant, but never going to budge from the plan and not going to respond emotionally to anything, good or bad, that her child throws at her that day. A lot of "I'm sorry to hear you feel that way". or "well this is the plan for dinner and that's that" or "you sound angry but this is how we are going to spend the day" and so on. Truly, like a teacher with her class of students- detached, keeping things moving, never cruel but also never particularly loving. I'm not sure she ever yelled. She also never cried, or laughed joyfully with us, or even told us that she loved us. I'm sure she did love us, but I don't think it was in her nature to ever say it out loud. She was like that as a parent and she continues to be like that as a grandparent. But again- I take this info and I raise my own kids differently, and I don't see the point in rehashing any of this with my mom. She is who she is. My kids don't spend much time with her because she isn't really interested. And that's fine. Probably better! |
| I'm interested in this topic, too. My parents never really cut the cord with their own parents and asserted themselves A fgsw3` |
So as a parent your mother validated feelings (“I’m sorry you feel that way”) and set boundaries and asserted control as a parent (ie this is for dinner … )? But you are big mad she didn’t cry for you? Are you… gentle parenting now or something? |
Thank you for the blah blah, now you have just exposed yourself. Don't skip your meds. You are not normal, you literally need professional help. |
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I'm interested in this topic, too. My parents never really cut the cord with their own parents. There was a lot of dysfunction, mostly emotional abuse that stemmed from being raised within a strict, conservative Catholic world where kids are expected to adhere to family rules and never go against mother and father. You OBEY and don't question your parents. The elders never questioned their behavior-- I'm right, you, child, are wrong, and I'll throw a temper tantrum if you "disobey." In other words, their wings were clipped early on so there wasn't any straying too far-- no one went away to college, bought a house far from their parents and no one especially questioned the ingrained values. My siblings and I were the first to "stray"-- we went away to schedule "with permission." In a way, everyone stopped growing/evolving by age 16. It was a scary world and you weren't really expected to make it without family support, especially if you were female. And they gladly pulled out the checkbook to keep you in line (I just didn't see it at the time that those checks came with strings attached. It was the way things were done going back years. The immigrant family acquired a little wealth and knew how to wield it to keep everyone in line).
I look at how DH and I are raising our kids now. We see them as individual people, not just our kids, or worse, extensions of ourselves to parade around and command to do our bidding ("you do this and that and keep quiet and be a little lady and give great aunt and uncle so and so kisses on the cheek because we expect that proper behavior of you!). Another major difference between my upbringing and how we're raising our kids is the focus on religion as the center of everything. Again, a way to control. Is it worth bringing any of this up to them? Absolutely not. At nearly 80, they see no issue there at all. No use in taking everyone backwards, and who needs to add that to their to-do list as a parent. They see themselves as wonderful people who were never emotionally abusive. You just learn how you'd rather not live your life and what you'd rather not put your own kids through. |
I’m fine. You’re the one who seems to have made a mess of your family life. An apology to your parents might help. |
Of course not. It's hard to describe correctly I guess, but imagine having a mother who had zero emotional response to anything you ever did or said. No joyful laughter, no spontaneous hug with an "i love you", no "you did such an amazing job in the play, i was so proud of you!". Also no "You're really irritating me right now- you need to stop". or "that tone of voice is rude- and you need to cut it out and speak politely". Or "I'm really angry with you right now because you broke the rules again and i know you know better". No emotion at all. Like a third grade teacher who isn't emotionally invested in anything that's going on, but will keep the class running smoothly. She was like a robot. The "I'm sorry you feel that way" would be said with no eye contact as she didn't even stop what she was doing. Little kids need some emotional connection, some emotional response, some sign that their mother is a living, breathing being and not just a detached robot who will keep them clean, fed, and housed but who doesn't have really any feelings towards them, good or bad. Validating a kids feelings without emotion ("i'm sorry you feel that way") and setting boundaries and asserting control ("this is what is for dinner") is obviously good parenting. But in the context of a parent who is also loving and, more importantly, RESPONSIVE to their child. You can't be detached and pragmatic and teacher-like 100% of the time without ever showing that you can be responsive, and listen to, and care about, to what your kid wants and needs and feels and thinks. Anyways I'm definitely not a gentle parent but I listen to my kids and care about what they have to say and show them that I, too, have feelings and emotions. I'm still in charge of what's for dinner but, like, if they tell me every week how chili gives them a stomach ache, I'm not going to keep making chili every monday for the rest of their lives without discussion, like a cafeteria lady at school. i'm going to listen to them and change things up at some point. because i'm not a robot. |
NP here. You mentioned Austrian mother. What year was she born? I'm asking only because my German mother ('43) is only similar to my German friends' mothers who were born roughly the same timeframes and grew up in post war Germany. Raised potentially by parents with PTSD. |
Haha, for someone who's been to LOTs of therapy to think other people's family life is mess, i can only imagine the horrible life you lived and you deserve it. enjoy your lonely final years on earth, next life, become a rock, that's more fitting. |
She was born in ‘45!! But in the US, to parents who immigrated from Austria in the 30s right before WW2. So while her own environment growing up was post war America, her parents were traumatized from immigrating and then their family left behind being killed. I think her own parents were even colder and more detached than she was , honestly, so she probably did her best. |
At least for me, I'm willing to overlook my childhood. My parents have issues and trauma from their own upbringing, and expectations for parents were different in the 80s and 90s. What I'm not willing to overlook is repeated poor treatment of me as an adult. I've tried all sorts of boundaries over the last 20 years and my parents are still a-holes to me. They absolutely reject any mental healthcare as fake voodoo, but my dad is absolutely autistic and likely would be considered a narcissist if evaluated. My mom is likely some version of depressed, manic and borderline personality disordered. They mostly hate each other but also have an unhealthy co-dependent relationship where my dad needs my mom for basic life tasks (laundry, cooking, executive function) and my mom needs to feel needed. As an example, my mom was bleeding out from fibroids in her uterus and taken to the hospital for many units of blood, followed by an emergency hysterectomy once her clotting factor was high enough. She called my dad (who didn't go with her in the ambulance because he was watching the game) and his only question for her was when she'd be making dinner. She was furious and swore at him. He had no idea why she was mad and was furious with her for swearing. She ended up calling one of her coworkers to bring her purse, cell phone charger and glasses to the hospital because he wouldn't. Yet, their relationship goes on. I've minimized contact to step away from the drama. My mom tends to make up fake things that didn't happen and then pins me as the family villain for things I didn't do. It's impossible to have sufficient boundaries when your disengagement means they just make up things about you. So yeah, maybe my childhood memories aren't perfect. By my recent memories are absolutely clear. |