I’ve had therapy recently and faced up to some things my parents said/did when I was younger. So as not to drip feed, I had huge support as a child, I’m in a good job now and have a home and my parents are there if I call and I know they care and love me. In fact I get on with them better now than ever and both of them had difficult childhoods in their own way.
I’m just struggling with some of this and I guess wanting to know how ‘normal’ this was. Is this tame stuff, usual parenting mistakes?
As a very young child I would be dragged upstairs if I didn’t go to bed. This would result in me getting more upset and angry and I would throw things round and then my parents would grab me more and throw me around.
One time after a holiday somewhere, I don’t remember the details but all the way home in the car my dad was furious, as was my mum. They shouted at me, I must have misbehaved while away or embarrassed them. I could be quite badly behaved. Anyway I remember the car journey was around 3 hours. My heart was pounding. When we got home they went to my bedroom and completely trashed it, everything was smashed to smithereens, you couldn’t even walk into the room without treading on broken plastic, glass, ornaments. I had to climb over it all to get into bed. Often if I had been badly behaved when out somewhere my dad would hit me when we got home (he has since apologised for this, once, when we had a huge row many years later. He also was hit as a child).
My mum would say I was weird and why couldn’t I be more like my friends etc. I probably was a bit weird, I didn’t like doing what most kids did and was quite shy. One time I had arranged to go to the cinema around 35 minute drive from our house (we lived in the countryside). My parents dropped me off and agreed to pick me up after the film. It was late, around 10pm I think, maybe later. When I got to the car my friend asked for a lift home as it was on the way back, maybe a five minute detour. They were very pleasant to her and dropped her off. In the car my friend had said she wished I was staying over. When we drove back after we had dropped her off, my parents went ballistic with me saying how dare I have them driving around so late on a Saturday night when my friend had invited me to stay over. I never liked staying over with friends, so I hadn’t said I could stay to my friend. They went mad saying they were too old for this (they were late 40s at the time). I was 17. I felt so embarrassed about it all and I’ve never forgotten the journey home. What I really needed was them to ask if I was ok/what was stopping me staying over. I didn’t have the confidence I needed and would have been grateful to have had support from them.
I remember my parents talking to other family members about me and how difficult I was, even when I was very little. I was constantly compared to my sister, who my mum said she was so glad she had a daughter like her.
One day when I must have been having a tantrum I was told I was a devil child.
There’s lots more but these are the things that come to mind today. Often nowadays my parents will say they are old now (60) and want to enjoy their life and haven’t got long left. They do nice things like my dad helped to fit and pay for a new kitchen. They support me with my successes. I know they are proud of me but this childhood just makes me feel sad and sick and scared whenever I think of it. I think I must have been pretty difficult as a child, all my family joke about that now. Maybe this was a reasonable response? It’s hard to make sense of it all.