njoy
aka Bugsy
Blake, I just read your post. It's good to meet someone with a similar experience and reaction. I've always felt unique in that respect, not in a good way. I have no really positive memories either except maybe fried chicken on Sundays if my father was home (meals were invariably hell but my mother cooked great fried chicken, I'll say that for her). I do think that my parents tried to be good parents in their own bizarre way. They just had no idea how to go about it. The fact that they were both alcoholics didn't help a bit. Also, they were disconnected only children so neither had a clue about how to get along with other human beings. Narcissistic, for sure, but neither was openly psychotic. That's definitely a plus.
Sounds to me like you and Birdie had a worse experience that I did. I'm sorry to hear that. I wish I could take all the wounded children in the world and give them a happy home. A friend whose parents were mad as hatters once told me the best time of her childhood was a year she spent in a children's home. She said the staff were too busy to pay much attention but they did ensure there was no abuse and, she said, "We had each other." That pretty much describes this forum.
Sounds to me like you and Birdie had a worse experience that I did. I'm sorry to hear that. I wish I could take all the wounded children in the world and give them a happy home. A friend whose parents were mad as hatters once told me the best time of her childhood was a year she spent in a children's home. She said the staff were too busy to pay much attention but they did ensure there was no abuse and, she said, "We had each other." That pretty much describes this forum.
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