Having been bought up in a shamed based toxic home, knowing my contractual duty was to look after my mom in her old age, these types of parents make me shudder. (Additional - also, my father was a difficult violent man, and my mom could not leave him because of her status)
I was given no autonomy from birth.I was born as a contract not out of unconditional love and choice.
Yes, it had a major impact on my life. I was bought up in a middle-class family, which was all very naice on the surface. It's called today "affluent neglect"
I knew deep down this wasn't right, and I changed this for my now adult children. I was married to their biological dad, who was equally fcuked up by his parents, so I recreated a lot in my adulthood before finally fleeing with them.
20 plus years of various some, which were specialised therapies and a 12-step program, my life is very different.
I have a happy well adjusted children who I have ensured have permission to live their lives freely. I am a nana to 5. They are all uni educated with good careers and autonomous lives.
3 of my 4 live abroad with 1 local to me as his wife, my lovely DiL, and 2 cublets (grandchildren). My adult children are still my cubs. I am very involved with them living locally. I've made my own life.
2 other cublets live abroad with my daughter. What a blessing in this day and age to live in messenger/WhatsApp and Zoom time, where I can see my cublets, daughter, SonIL 2 or 3 times a week, go out yearly and possibly twice this year. Plus all the holidays I get, too, which are budget flight only.
Another cublet who is in the U.K. is grown up now, as my son and his partner had their baby in their teens.
My youngest and my 3rd are abroad too. My 3rd is the one with a child in this country.
I also told my eldest that when his gran died, it was not his duty to look after me in my old age if I had significant health issues. I just wanted him to be my son. That's it.
Yes, my story is extreme. However, the same principles apply
This poem sums it up by Kabril Gibran (our children are not our children)
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet, they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you can not visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backwards nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, he also loves the bow that is stable