Not only did or parents yell at us, but all the neighborhood parents would, too. Weirdly it felt totally loving, like all the parents on the street were looking out for us. They'd let us know when we screwed up. Loudly. They'd also patch up our knees when we skinned them and give us popsicles when we were hot.

Yes and yes. My father was born with pretty profound hearing loss, so there was LOTS of yelling. First it started off as yelling just to get his attention, and then some of the conversations lead to miscommunication, which lead to yelling in frustration. He didn't get decent hearing aids until I was out of the house. He was self conscious of them, so he didn't want to wear them in his daily life.

I felt loved, but man, there was a lot of yelling happening.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Very rarely, my dad would yell at all of us kids briefly, just to get our attention mostly.

And then he'd say he was disappointed in us.

Very rarely. Maybe once every two years.

I never got yelled at individually, it was more directed at all the kids (we were a family of 4 kids).

Mostly just laughter and conversation.

No, I don't recall my mom and dad ever having an argument! Except over politics.

The maddest my mom ever was at me, individually, was the day I took her laundry out of the washer to put mine in, and then I put mine in the dryer and not hers. She said "You don't 'play through' with laundry. Family helps each other out." She thought I was being very antisocial.

I love this!

Anonymous wrote:Very rarely, my dad would yell at all of us kids briefly, just to get our attention mostly.

And then he'd say he was disappointed in us.

Very rarely. Maybe once every two years.

I never got yelled at individually, it was more directed at all the kids (we were a family of 4 kids).

Mostly just laughter and conversation.

No, I don't recall my mom and dad ever having an argument! Except over politics.

The maddest my mom ever was at me, individually, was the day I took her laundry out of the washer to put mine in, and then I put mine in the dryer and not hers. She said "You don't 'play through' with laundry. Family helps each other out." She thought I was being very antisocial.

Very rarely, my dad would yell at all of us kids briefly, just to get our attention mostly.

And then he'd say he was disappointed in us.

Very rarely. Maybe once every two years.

I never got yelled at individually, it was more directed at all the kids (we were a family of 4 kids).

Mostly just laughter and conversation.

We occasionally overheard tense voices behind the bedroom door, or caught the clipped tone of disagreement, but never heard an out-and-out fight.

I got lectured when I screwed up, but not really yelled at. My parents just really aren't yellers.

They divorced when I was in middle school. Complete shock to me. But I still considered it a loving and secure family: they co-parented well, cooperated on all significant matters, and I always knew that both parents were there for me.

Yes and of course they fought and yelled at me. To be fair, I deserved it. I was a rebellious teenager.

My children have a loving and secure home. I stay home and try to enrich them and think of ways to do fun things together as a family.

Yes we got yelled at. Probably deserved it and we knew it. Usually the yelling was over a mess we made or a chore we didn't do.

No my parents never yelled at each other or fought. Maybe over something small like a spill that didn't get cleaned up, but never a big fight where they screamed. DH and I haven't ever fought like that either. I'm really against fighting and see it as a complete lack of respect. I had a boss that constantly wanted to scream at us and fight- I couldn't deal. I lost my mind after 6 months of that and went to HR.