I started keeping a diary when I was 13 and continued until my first son was born. Recently, I found them in the garage and started reading them. It was like being transported back in time and made me very emotional: first loves, disappointments, the ups and downs of university, etc. The hardest thing was recognising the impact of my dysfunctional upbringing on my relationships. I can now see why I behaved the way I did, but I had no idea at the time. I wish I'd had someone there to advise me.
My DH has destroyed some of his old diaries, but I can't bear to do that. Although they are difficult to read, my old diaries are precious to me. However, I'm not sure I want my children to read them one day.
What do other parents do with their old diaries?