Not sure why but I've recently been thinking a lot about everything that's gone on with my parents in the past. We have a decent relationship now but for some reason a lot of negativity has resurfaced in my head.
Some of it is new though - I guess it's come up because DD has started school and I'm really changing the way I think about parenting (as you do, naturally, when you have your own child). I feel like I was an afterthought. Mum was always quite honest about the fact she was never broody and I was a result of the biological clock. They loved me but I was never treated like a child, I just had to fit in with them. They didn't play with me. I was a mini adult who just needed to be taught stuff, I was a very clever precocious child and now I think about it everything they've ever been proud of about me has been due to academic achievement. Grades are everything to them, even though they have fuck all to show for their intelligence (debt, crap business etc), I wonder if they would have loved me so much if I wasn't smart. I still need to tell them when I do well at something and avoid telling them if I 'fail' (recently took a break from my degree and didn't tell them for months) - I'm 24 FFS.
They are crap with my DCs, I know I shouldn't expect them to be great - it's not actually a requirement for GPs to be great with their DCs is it (so I keep reading on AIBU) but I guess it just makes me resent them and shows up the way they brought me up too. They have such ridiculously high expectations, I already feel like my DCs are disappointments because they are normal.
So the other thing... I was abused as a child, by mum's younger half-brother. That in itself is no big deal TBH (thanks to decent therapy) but I can't shake the fact that it's my mum's fault I never prosecuted - she was the one who cried when the police/SS came round, not for how I'd been hurt (come to think of it that has never ever been mentioned) but giving excuses for him. Later she begged me not to prosecute because he wouldn't cope with prison. So I left it, I was 13, what else could I do.
One thing that bugs me is the very first thing they said when I told them - that they'd always suspected something. WTF does that mean. Why were they letting my uncle 'look after' the 4yo me up in my room if they had some inkling it wasn't right. Why didn't they just check, once would've been enough. I feel like if they had found out at the time though it would've been brushed under the carpet anyway. My uncle admitted it to my mum/grandma but they've happily kept that secret. I feel like I'm the criminal not him.
Sorry, totally nonsensical rant, I should edit/rearrange it but nothing would be good enough anyway.