Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My next door neighbor is seriously mentally ill. Not sure of her diagnosis but growing up next to them for 18+ years, we saw what a completely dysfunctional family the were. Constant yelling, fights, people storming out, 8 year old grandchild coming to our house for help, the son driving out of the driveway with his fiancée hanging on to the hood of the car…you get the picture. Major problems. Yet, for every holiday, birthday, major event, Facebook is full of “spending Mother’s Day with the best mother ever!” pics, “family is everything and mine is the best!”, and variations on the theme. I just don’t get it. We know you. We know you’re nuts. You’re not fooling anyone.
Bottom line - as a PP said, no matter how great the kids seemed giving the eulogy or organizing the funeral, you have no idea what goes on behind closed doors.
True, although posting some silly Mother's Day fakery is a lot easier than pulling off an authentic and genuine memorial service.
I absolutely guarantee my neighbors kids would pull off a spectacular memorial service. Complete with the appropriate amount of grief and tears.
I guess my point is, not everything is fake just because it's emotional. Sometimes it really is genuine.
Sometimes people genuinely do love and care about each other despite dysfunction. They are not mutually exclusive. Given that the kids keep coming around a d bring the next generation makes it sound like there are solid relationships there.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Hurt people create hurt kids. They in turn lash out and hurt those around them. Some families are in such a perpetual cycle of bullies and bullied. What this amounts to is people hurting each other as a way to feel good about themselves as they never learned to feel good and worthy on their own merit. If a parent was a bully, kids became the same as they are only thought that they are worthy by hurting others. Almost always, it comes to this. Kids abandon such parents bcs parents used them to feel good about themselves. Now, power structures have changed and adult kids are only doing what they grew up with. Hurting parents by abandoning them, so they can feel good. Their kids will do the same to them.
Breaking out of this bullying cycle might be hard.
I was with you until the bolded. I think instead what happens is that adult children recognize the cycle of abuse and attempt to set healthy boundaries, and this is viewed as "abandonment" by parents who are still stuck in the cycle of their own childhood trauma.
You are right that breaking out of this cycle is difficult. But it is sometimes made more difficult because people will indict you for wanting some distance from people who abused or neglected you as a child, and needing independence so that you can heal from your own trauma and ensure it is not passed on to your own kids. Viewing this process as abandonment of obligations to your parents makes it much harder to do. Which is why assuming that adult children are terrible and mean because they don't visit their parents more often can be a mistake. Everyone in this scenario is an adult and responsible for their own emotions. You cannot expect people to submit themselves to further abuse simply because it will prevent an older person from feeling lonely. I cannot fix what my grandparents did to my parents. But I can do something about what my parents did to me. It might mean I don't see them as much and that might hurt them. I have to take care of myself and my children. I am not lashing out at my parents -- the opposite really.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Even within the same family, you can see such major differences between siblings which makes me think it can’t be solely how one is raised. I
Agreed, I think people ascribe too much agency to parents. I'm the oldest and I know when my parents get older it will all be on me. Is it because I'm the only daughter? Is it because I'm the only neurotypical one? (I don't think so, at some point being being totally self centered is on you, not ADHD.) My brothers haven't been scarred or mistreated by our parents, I just can't see them going out of their way for anyone.
Anonymous wrote:Even within the same family, you can see such major differences between siblings which makes me think it can’t be solely how one is raised. I
Anonymous wrote:Hurt people create hurt kids. They in turn lash out and hurt those around them. Some families are in such a perpetual cycle of bullies and bullied. What this amounts to is people hurting each other as a way to feel good about themselves as they never learned to feel good and worthy on their own merit. If a parent was a bully, kids became the same as they are only thought that they are worthy by hurting others. Almost always, it comes to this. Kids abandon such parents bcs parents used them to feel good about themselves. Now, power structures have changed and adult kids are only doing what they grew up with. Hurting parents by abandoning them, so they can feel good. Their kids will do the same to them.
Breaking out of this bullying cycle might be hard.
Anonymous wrote:I think a lot of it boils down to luck (just like good marriages). Some of the worst parents will produce some of the most amazing, respectful, and polished children and vice-versa with amazing parents producing lousy, entitled, and resentful children.
Anonymous wrote:I'm one of the adult kids who abandoned my emotionally-disturbed and physically abusive mom in our home country. The other PP is right. Many people would tell me that my mom loves and misses me but none of them saw the times when she used to choke my neck, slap me, or grab me by my hair at home. She's older now and cannot touch me but she plays a great martyr and victim. Yes, she changed my diapers and kept me alive when I was a baby. But I feel like I have paid my dues by being her physical and emotional punching bag. I cannot stand being around her or even to talk to her on the phone. I moved to another continent and am so glad that she will never torment ever again. Flame away.