Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Am I worried about my own kids? Not really. I like having them around and they know it. The conversations I have with my teens now my parents never had with me, I learned to keep everything to myself pretty early.
There is no way that you can know whether 25 years from now, your adult children will see what you have done as sufficiently loving and supportive. Social mores and expectations are constantly changing and the type of parenting we provided may or may not be kindly looked upon in the future. There is no way to know. All you can do is try your best in any given moment and hope it all works out.
My parents certainly made mistakes, but I don't hold it against them personally. They tried and did what they could with the information available to them, the societal expectations of the time, and with what they had been taught from their own upbringing. There really is no point to hanging on to anger about something that they didn't even know was wrong.
I'm the PP who asked about the million dollar question. I agree that there's no way to know. As you say, all we can do is try our best in any given moment and hope.
What's interesting about the part I bolded is that over the years, I've said almost the very same words to my sibling. Sibling has been angry, just absolutely furious, for their whole life. And I ...wasn't? Or I didn't think I was? I'm still not sure I *was* angry. But something about this phase of life has been deeply trying in ways I didn't expect. Maybe I'm changing as I age. Or maybe it's a form of pre-grieving -- grieving not just the person that was, but also the relationship that wasn't.
At any rate, a lot of people have said thoughtful things here, and I'm grateful for that.
Anonymous wrote:Am I worried about my own kids? Not really. I like having them around and they know it. The conversations I have with my teens now my parents never had with me, I learned to keep everything to myself pretty early.
There is no way that you can know whether 25 years from now, your adult children will see what you have done as sufficiently loving and supportive. Social mores and expectations are constantly changing and the type of parenting we provided may or may not be kindly looked upon in the future. There is no way to know. All you can do is try your best in any given moment and hope it all works out.
My parents certainly made mistakes, but I don't hold it against them personally. They tried and did what they could with the information available to them, the societal expectations of the time, and with what they had been taught from their own upbringing. There really is no point to hanging on to anger about something that they didn't even know was wrong.
Am I worried about my own kids? Not really. I like having them around and they know it. The conversations I have with my teens now my parents never had with me, I learned to keep everything to myself pretty early.
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Thank you for sharing this, OP! You are not alone and it is empowering to have someone voice this concerns aloud. So many of us suffer with these things in silence and feel shame about our parent situations.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Agree with the PP. This is normal when you grow up with a narc, BPD, alcoholic, you name it parent. For those of you saying the OP is out of line, be thankful you didn't have these parents.
I agree with this 100%. People who are shaming the OP have had different parent experiences.
Anonymous wrote:They have been visiting for nearly a week on account of my daughter’s high school graduation. They are both old — mid 80s — and in poor health. I feel terrible about this because they are not bad people, but I hate having them visit. I feel it is an intrusion on my space, I feel stuck, I resent them, and all I want is for them to leave and never come back (and I’ll make sure of it). This visit is a way for them to feel important and feel seen. But I feel used. I’m 54 and and I am finally seeing my parents for the very damaged people that they are. I see how they hurt me as a child by neglecting me emotionally. I think my dad is a kind of narcissist — everything has to be about him, he’ll do anything for attention and adulation. His relentless focus on himself and his insatiable desire to get his needs met deprived me of being heard and being seen as a child. My mom is rather pathetic, sitting there passively, waiting to be told what to do. She’s always been that way. She will not be around much longer. I feel like I should have some kind of meaningful conversation with her but I can’t fathom what to say. I have nothing to say. Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to get the words out. We don’t have that kind of relationship. I hate myself for feeling this way — couldn’t I be more compassionate at this stage in their lives, I keep telling myself — but the truth is that I don’t want to be. I’ve had it with them. They repulse me. This sucks but there you have it. Does anyone else feel this way?
Anonymous wrote:Just remember OP that your children are watching and learning. They see how you treat your parents: one day you will be that parent, and your children will likely see you as you now see your parents
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:If they were that horrible, you would have known before you were over 50 years old.
NP. When you are young, you only know what you know. So if you live with broken people, that’s your normal. It takes many years and a lot of experience to establish new normals. By then, you’re not living with those broken people anymore, and you haven’t for a long time. Your life is yours now. Maybe you try not to look back too much. You don’t want to dwell. So you never really look too deep, and you believe that you’ve moved on.
And then your parents get old. And suddenly you can’t avoid it anymore, you can’t avoid them anymore, there’s so little time and also now your own kids are grown and aren’t the buffer that they were. And those old patterns from your childhood are still there, all those familiar interactions are still there, but YOU are different, and suddenly it’s like the scales have fallen from your eyes, and it’s like, “Ohhhhh. I really didn’t get what I needed.” And that’s when it all comes bubbling up.
Or I dunno, maybe that’s just me.
Are you better, though? You are different, sure.
Our kids will all have stuff to say about us and our less than perfect parenting too.
My parents are far from ideal — they are divorced so not really one entity — but I’m not perfect either.
My best friend’s mom is schizophrenic and is currently living under an overpass or something. My friend has good reason to hate her. Being boring, on the other hand, is just what old people are.
PP. That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it?
In my house there was physical abuse, so in that way I can say definitively: yes, I’m better. My kids have been safe in their home.
The emotional stuff is trickier, murkier. While I have done a lot of work to be “better,” a family is at best a bunch of flawed human beings who bump up against each other again and again. And parents have a tremendous amount of power, so our flaws are amplified for our children.
Am I better? Am I better enough? These questions have been a constant thrum in my mind since the day I became a parent. I hope I am. I try to be. I try.
Still, the question will always be there.