Sorry - I missed this one.
Hmm.. my childhood was a bit of a contradiction.
We were well off. Dad had a big and important job and we had an enormous house with land and it should have been an idyllic childhood. In some ways, it was.
But Dad was a control freak with a very fixed idea of who and what he wanted his family to be. We were supposed to be a status symbol, i think. I actually think he's a bit neurodiverse himself. He likes things perfect, including his children. He liked complete quiet and order at all times. He didn't allow us to have friends round or play loudly. He was very Victorian in attitudes and we should
be 'seen but not heard' unless we were being presented to his friends or colleagues, in which case we had to be smart, polite, charming and well informed. We had massive expectations on us. We regularly let him down and faced the consequences of that (sulking and silent treatment usually - following a dressing down about how embarrassing we were)
My DB got straight As and then a first from Cambridge, so he ticked the boxes. I did ok, but nothing like that well. I was also awkward, struggled with my weight at times and wasn't really worthy. My sister was wild, but ended up an extremely successful lawyer.
Mum had a hard time with him and his big, black moods, which descended whenever anything wasn't exactly how he wanted it. She would run around like a frightened mouse trying to smooth things over and make things perfect. She left when I was 16. My brother had left home by then. My sister went to live with Mum and I stayed with Dad.
This is all resolved now in a way. Dad and I are close now having been through that time together. I am certainly the closest to him of the 3 of us.
So we wanted for nothing. Had nice holidays and extravagant Christmasses. I sound ungrateful saying it wasn't the happiest of childhoods, but in some ways it was quite difficult.
Again - no more or less difficult that most and certainly far better than some.