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To feel a bit disconnected to people because I lost my parents

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showmethephotos · 30/08/2024 13:35

My mum died when I was a teenager, and so I had to grow up fast. I felt very different to my school friends and when I went away to university I still felt a bit different. My dad then died a few years later.

I am getting to the age now where parents of my friends are edging into their late 70s/80s (depending on how old they were when they had them) and I know in the next ten years my friends will be going through the heartbreaking loss of their parents. And I can’t really relate because mine are so long gone.

I am not really expecting anything from this post other than to wonder if a) anyone can identify with this and b) if anyone understands what I mean.

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Reugny · 31/08/2024 08:14

substituteconcentration · 30/08/2024 22:52

Yes yes. I hear conversations like that at work too.

Not the same league but I've had times at work where I've mentioned in passing some task at home I need to deal with and been met with a "well why isn't your mum helping you with that?".

"Because she's dead Confused" isn't a socially acceptable response.

Sorry but screw them - give them the socially unacceptable response.

People need to learn some people lose parents early while others still have one or more parents alive when they are in their 60s.

user9753654320 · 31/08/2024 09:43

eggandonion · 30/08/2024 23:58

We had a weekend away for my 60th birthday. Dd1 told my mil about it. She replied that she didn't know I had a birthday...
All the birthdays my mum never got to celebrate, mine and hers. And her grandchildren she never met.
All the small things.

This is one of the worst things for me - both patents dead by my early 20’s. My mother died a few days after my 22nd.
My mother in particular used to make a tremendous Hoo-ha about my birthday, in fact anyone’s birthday. But I just can’t face it, it’s too painful, so I’ve not had a “birthday” for nearly 30 years now. Ridiculous really, but there we are.

That sounds really miserable I know, and by most peoples standards I’ve lived a fabulous life, apart from the parents “leaving early to avoid the rush” my life has been pretty charmed. But it still hurts all these years later if I let myself dwell on it.

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