I was born mid 70s. I was raised with physical discipline, humiliation, shame, conrmpt and, crucially, without love. I knew I wasn't loved, knew my dad was pretty indifferent (or angry) and my mother actively and openly disliked me. I've had therapy - many times - and whilst I've carved out a superficially normal life, on the inside, I'm broken. It's had a negative impact on every part of my life. Whilst I now have a partner and two adult children, mentally and emotionally, I feel alone, scared and unhappy and I dont remember a time when I didn't.
When my eldest was born (i was 23) I decided to practice what I described then as 'opposite parenting'. I had no positive role models for what a parent should be but decided that, since my parents had royally fucked up raising me, in every situation, I would do the opposite to them. And consciously did so.
What I ended up doing was, I believe, what is actually true gentle parenting. I very rarely raised my voice because shouting scares me. I knew what it was like to be shouted at as a child and I didn't want to be responsible for making a child feel like that. I was terrified at having a much bigger person shouting at me when I didn't understand the words only the anger.
I never smacked/hit or physically disciplined because I lived in fear of my parents and I didn't want to make my child feel like that.
I never understood what I'd done wrong and the parameters shifted depending on my parents mood. I couldn't make choices around my behaviour because what was ok and right one day was wrong another due to the lack of consistency. There was no communication so I didn't learn or understand; I could only 'react'. So I communicated and was consistent with my children.
My parenting was proactive rather than reactive. Before doing things I explained what the expectations were and consequences. I'd grown up with arbitrary punishments and so I didn't want to do these and so there were only ever 'natural consequences' even though I had no idea this was a thing (and may not have been when my eldest was little!)
My mother sneered at me once saying, "I don't know why you talk to him, he can't understand you," and I said I knew that but one day he would. And he did.
There were clear boundaries and expectations and consequences for not following these but there was no violence, shame, humiliation, threat or fear.
I parented with empathy and respect. My aim was to create a 'space' where they both felt heard, loved, respected, safe and without fear. Where they could admit their mistakes and he accepted for who they are. I apologised for the times I felt I had let them down, which meant they also felt safe doing the same.
The result?
One child of 27 who is a graduate, did well at school (within the parameters of his SEN) who is a confident and well adjusted, kind, thoughtful, compassionate, hard working and respectful man with a good career.
And another child of 18, currently at university, who is self motivated and self disciplined, participates in a competitive team sport, works hard, is ambitious and equally kind, thoughtful and compassionate.
They both have good boundaries. Neither expects something for nothing. Both are independent. Neither has ever been in trouble at school or anywhere else, they take responsibility for their mistakes and have a very strong sense of self. We are all very close.
They have achieved things - including a self assuredness and a confidence that I have never managed and likely never will.
Neither has had an easy life -I've been a single parent for most of the time with no family support and few friends whilst working in a demanding professsional career. I've never had 'a village'. Both my children have some additional needs. There have been times I was skint. When my eldest was born, we were homeless and my mother continued to try and sabotage until I cut contact with her in my late 30s.