It's very difficult knowing that your parent(s) didn't /don't love or like you or only in a cupboard love way. By cupboard love I mean like the toddler who is good because he wants a biscuit, not because he wants to be good.
After Dad died (Mum had been vile consistently) she immediately turned nice saying 'I never really knew or understood you before ' it was so so blatant.
I didn't care, she's always made me feel physically sick from my earliest memories. It was very interesting to observe how stupid she was, I'm fairly certain she believed herself.
I felt sorry for her in the abstract that her only remaining option was to toady to someone (me) she didn't like. Had she known me better she'd have realised I'd have helped her anyway even with her mask still off.
I think they didn't like me because I'm not an Alpha type of person. I don't want to compete in a race (actual or physical) , it just doesn't interest me. I've never cared about being top of the class, just done what I can and I think not being able to have something to brag about meant I had no value to them.
But, I have tons of good or even exceptional qualities that people value. If I had been my own child I'd like me very much indeed. I'd be really proud of some of my qualities. They're less starry things but exactly what I would value and be proud of if I'd raised me.
Ha, just realised, I did raise me 😁
My eldest has had a string of disappointments in relationships recently (friendships too) just one of those things that it's happened in a short space of time like when all your white goods break one after another.
He's recently diagnosed with ASD and he and I are still getting used to it (together). He doesn't present as stereotypically ASD and is perfectly able academically so very hard to pick up on unless you know him well.
Anyway, we were trying to figure out how these recent relational disappointments had happened and how to guard against or identify sooner for the future.
We both sat and thought hard and the only thing we could come up with was to socialise from places where people are almost pre selected to be like a certain way (possibly, and loads of caveats) ie chess club if you want to hang out with quiet cerebral people.
I'm not explaining very well but what I mean is that some people, our families, aren't the right people for us. And throw in an ND or a traumatic childhood and we're still, and probably always will be, cycling with training wheels on.
I do think there's something that every one of us can be proud of, we're thinkers. And nay sayers, it's noble actually. We're on the outs with our families because we've, at least internally, said 'no way, I'm not going along with that, you're insane, cruel, horrible. I'm not playing along'.
There's a HEAVY price, but it's worth it. But it's heavy.