Single-Parent/Broken homes: What can "Nuclear Family" raised people never understand?
Posted by Xo-Mo@reddit | GenX | View on Reddit | 96 comments
This is a complicated, touchy subject for some of us. However, there are times when we, the people who had a single mom, a single dad, a single grandparent, aunt, uncle, or adoptive guardian who raised us...
Times when we encounter or speak with those who grew up with both a mom and a dad / two moms / two dads... That we say or do something that they just could never comprehend. They don't get it, They waive it away as if it's a myth or not possible...
For example: I was the second child of a 4-child household. My mom worked 2 jobs and attended night college courses. She was almost never home on weekdays and exhausted/sleeping half the day on weekends. My dad was only around for 2-3 years of my childhood. TL;DR: Go watch THE SHINING to see what he was like to my siblings, me, and mom.
Since my older brother was the target of responsibility, he fought the need to take over the role of "father" in the home. He did it reluctantly about once a week, then the rest of the time, he told us all to f_k off and left the house for 2 days.
I took on the role of provider. From age 7 until 19, I was the one who bought groceries with the food stamps or cash mom left for me every other day. I was the cook, who innovated and prepared real food, or simply pored the milk for cereal. I was the one who made dinner for Mom so she wouldn't have to slave over the stove after working a double shift, before she had to run off to her night class at college.
I never had anyone to teach me what "being a man" is. I never learned about sports or cars or how to shave, or how a "manly man" treats "his woman" like a piece of meat, as I used to see in movies and could never comprehend. I had to learn it all myself. I had to teach my little sister and baby brother things I barely knew anything about myself.
So... How does one explain the desperation, the sense of lingering doom every waking moment when there's a knock on the door or a call on the phone from a bill collector or a salesman? How does one describe the need to buy enough food for everyone to have at least some sort of nutritional content that you must prepare and cook yourself? Since there's literally no one else available to do it?
I di the laundry, kept the house clean, took out the trash, washed the dishes, helped pay the bills (wrote the checks and balanced Mom's checkbook)... I filed mom's taxes from age 10 on...
I was a child. I was a young man with the duties and responsibilities of an adult.
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So I'm asking... for my fellow single-parent GenX colleagues and strangers. What sort of things do "nuclear family' people not get?
_ism_@reddit
Growing up, it was bully fodder to know I had divorced parents, a dead parent, or a single mom. (All of the above actually) It seems like these days it's not even worth batting an eye to have parents who split up or maybe were never even together. But my hometown and school made it this huge deal. People would disinvite me to events where "dads" were supposed to show up or help out like fishing trips and stereotypically masculine things. I was out there trying to explain why we didn't have as much money as other families and those kids, just really kept having the same reasponse - well your mom needs to remarry ASAP so you can be "normal" and have a dad who buys you things, because we all know (speaking as grade schoolers in the 80s here) that Dads are breadwinners. I took that advice to heart and my mom actually tried to start dating but she .... wasn't super successful, let's say. I knew I'd never have two parents.
HOT__BOT@reddit
Living with extended family for weeks to months at a time. Sleeping on couches/floors while going to school with kids who have normal families, and you are the nuiscance in someone else’s house. Not seeing your own parents regularly. Always being the third wheel kid to your cousins. Having aunts and uncles buy your school clothes/supplies as an afterthought while taking their kids shopping. Getting yelled at because every house has different rules and you can’t keep track.
Sufficient_Stop8381@reddit
I’m so fiercely independent it annoys my wife. I don’t think I’m special at all. I have zero self esteem and trust no one and believe nothing, probably as a result of being abandoned by my maternal birther and being raised by a grandmother (dad was around but had to work all the time and didn’t really want to be a dad at 20), then in a step parent situation which was ok sometimes and not others.
My wife doesn’t understand my fierce independence, inability to ask for help, pessimism, sarcasm and skepticism of everything. She was raised in a loving two parent home and was doted on and told she was special her whole life. Even now, her parents trip over themselves to satisfy some whim she has. She’s my age but the most non Gen x gen x I know. I’ll still get shafted somehow by my family and she’ll get mad for me and I just don’t care because I place little value on family stuff. Same birth year but two different worlds.
Practical-Plenty907@reddit
Basically everything you said. Every single fucking thing is a struggle. Is difficult. We lived our entire lives, and many of us still do, in survival mode. Any talents or interests we might have had never got recognized, much less nurtured. Moms can’t truly nurture unless their basic needs are taken care of. Children can’t focus on their future, when they’re worried about the here and now. This affects our long term planning and goals. What dreams we may have had in the third grade, often due to our strengths, like writing or painting, get long forgotten about. Individuality can’t be important because beggars can’t be choosers. We become immensely grateful for crumbs, literally and figuratively. This leads to being taken advantage of and attracting and maintaining bad relationships. Predator like people can sniff us out a mile away. They know we’re desperate. They seek us out. They know we’re easily impressed, easily feel loved, easily feel cared for. We require very low effort because any effort is more than we’ve ever received. This leads to mom ending up with an even shittier stepdad.
There’s the flip side too. Some become the type to take advantage and exploit ‘before it’s done to them’.
Two parent household kids often don’t understand this. When they expressed an interest in painting, they got a paint set for their birthday. When they showed an interest in ballet, they got to go to classes. They didn’t worry about food or the electric bill. They didn’t worry about being teased because they only had three outfits. They didn’t worry about friends stopping by because the friends would see they shared a bed with two little siblings or their mom. They didn’t worry when their teacher said ‘you need three notebooks and a pack of markers’. They didn’t skip out on field trips, miss prom or homecoming. Their dads showed them things, like how to ride a bike, hammer a nail, or drive a car. Their moms did things for them, like cheered them on, comforted them, cooked, and washed their laundry.
Of course as adults, we let this go as best we can, but, it unfortunately, shaped us. Whether we’d like to admit it or not. Plus side, we often believe life is up to us, as it always has been. We understand no one’s coming to save us. They say what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, but sometimes, it just makes you give up. It’s difficult to find a reason for life. A meaning to all this struggle. Since we attract what we’re comfortable with, adulthood is often no better, and sometimes worse, than childhood was.
Another plus, we often have strong sibling bonds. We were in it together. There’s always that one that ditched everyone to save themselves. That one may not have a good relationship with anyone, but is probably the most financially successful.
Efficient-Career-829@reddit
This. 💯
Medusa_7898@reddit
Every fucking word of this.
VodkaToasted@reddit
For me it's the inability to even ask for help. I'll figure it out myself or go without.
I've been Charlie Brown-ed far too many times as a kid to ever fall for that again.
BellaFromSwitzerland@reddit
I realized now at 46 that I’m getting good at asking for help
I drilled into my son’s head to not hesitate to ask for help. I told him if it helps solve the issue quicker and / or prevent further damage, he should most definitely ask for help
VodkaToasted@reddit
I heard Jocko say something like "it's good to struggle a bit for personal growth but if you're legit drowning there's no shame in putting your hand up and asking for help".
I remain shitty at taking that advice but it's excellent advice nonetheless.
bjtg@reddit
I came from a nuclear family, and I never wanted to ask for help. Still don't.
pantstoaknifefight2@reddit
Holy hell. I'm reading this post because my dad died when I was 7 and can relate. But I did not expect you to tell me something about myself that was always a mystery. I am incapable of asking for help. You nailed it.
ancientastronaut2@reddit
Same with my husband. This is very enlightening.
Comprehensive_You42@reddit
I’ve never understood why I’m so insistent that no one is coming. Dad died when I was 9, 3rd of 4 kids, mum took to the drink.
I’ll always try and help others, but I’m naturally, like, nihilistic when it comes to asking for help. It’s not that I think I can do it, it’s just that I assume no one would want to help. They’ve all got their own problems to deal with.
traveling_gal@reddit
Isn't it bizarre when you spell it out like that? I'm the same way - I'm willing to help, but I don't believe help is coming for me, and would never ask for it. Why can't I believe that other people would do the same for me that I would do for them?
I don't shame other people for needing help either. But I think I feel ashamed for asking for it.
Shoots_Ainokea@reddit
It comes down to, Don't ever ask for help because why give them the pleasure of saying No?
VodkaToasted@reddit
Yeah, that too.
I'm somehow also very much the go-to guy for anybody in need of help.
Comprehensive_You42@reddit
I’ve never understood why I’m so insistent that no one is coming. Dad died when I was 9, 3rd of 4 kids, mum took to the drink.
I’ll always try and help others, but I’m naturally, like, nihilistic when it comes to asking for help. It’s not that I think I can do it, it’s just that I assume no one would want to help. They’ve all got their own problems to deal with.
LaLaLaLinda@reddit
Whoa! You just gave me a huge clue about myself, thank you! I’ll also add that my spouse is six years older and had a housekeeper/nanny when he was little. I adore that man but he sucks at housework because he never had to learn how to do it. Between the housekeeper and a stay at home mom he never had to learn.
Shoots_Ainokea@reddit
Oh fuck yeah this. Charlie Browned. The very last time I fell for anything from my family, I had my grandmother tell me that if I wanted, I could always live at her place while I went to college. So there I was, a young adult, working and hoping to go to college, and my boss said to me, "What is it with you? Why are you trying to do everything on your own? What is this, 'Fuck you, I'll do it on my own'?"
So I wrote to my grandmother, reminding me of my offer and she told me No, she can't do that.
So I told my boss, "Yep, that's how it is, the one family member I thought would help just told me, 'Fuck you, you have to do it on your own'".
holybucketsitscrazy@reddit
Absolutely. Asking for help is synomonus with failure in my mind. And that was never going to happen. Asking for help also brought social services to the for. Again, that was never going to happen.
beaus_tender_0c@reddit
Same. I never ask anyone for help.
Taodragons@reddit
To the point that I'm dumb about it. Just last week I got a call that they had brought in a hospital bed for my dad, but couldn't move him. I looked right at my wife of 30 years and was like, I'll figure it out. She doesn't take it personally thank god.
dreaminginteal@reddit
My wife and I call this "FOCS"-- Only Child Syndrome.
We both grew up as only children of single mothers. We learned how to be independent to an unhelpful level.
VodkaToasted@reddit
"Independent to an unhelpful level" is putting it perfectly.
Kodiak01@reddit
I tried asking for help to make the beatings stop.
At best, my pleas were ignored.
At worst? Court-ordered therapist brought my parents in and told them EVERYTHING that was talked about for the previous months which resulted in an even bigger beating. By both at once.
I was also truly 30 at 10, already working several evening a week at their businesses once I got myself kicked off the town swim team because I was tired of them trying to relive their college glory years through my childhood.
lovebeinganasshole@reddit
lol. How many times did you ask for help and got the stupidest lacking in sense common to most people answer?
Me all of the time. I don’t ask for help, what’s the point?
Although I must have done something right I can ask my son, he’s worth asking. Even if he is a millennial.
Capital-Meringue-164@reddit
💯💯💯
Xo-Mo@reddit (OP)
Yes
BellaFromSwitzerland@reddit
I don’t like the narrative of broken homes
I was raised in a 4person HH where everyone actively hated each other, to the point where I had to intervene when my mother pressed the kitchen knife against my father’s throat
I am a single mother to my teenage son and we live in peace and respect, surrounded by strong friendships
My parents actively drove my childhood friends away. I know 20+ of my son’s friends by name, I listen to them, feed them, we go to activities together and in general I enjoy seeing them
I would choose my « broken home » any day over my seemingly cookie cutter childhood household
Let’s focus on
are people happy
do they have meaningful relationships and community around them
do they feel like they have purpose
Flat_6_Theory@reddit
Not sure I get the nuclear side of the equation, so feel a little unqualified to answer the question. Once upon a time I thought maybe they were in on something better. Come to find out they are/were as beset with issues and problems as we were. Can say that we siblings had each other’s backs through all the nonsense of crazy mother, evil stepmother, and dad always working and generally not being involved unless there was a progress report to be signed (at least until I learned to forge his signature).
Optimal-Ad-7074@reddit
this. there really is just as much regret and trauma dumping from people who had two parents while growing up. you just have to wait around long enough for that topic to come up.
pdx_mom@reddit
Why do you think it necessary for others to understand?
Optimal-Ad-7074@reddit
condescending?
idk, I think it's interesting to register the diversities of human experience. there are things people with non-dead mothers take for granted that I can't get my head around too. the incomprehension cuts both ways ime.
Open-Wishbone-4380@reddit
Yeah feels like an obsession/fixation with this idea that “no one understands.”
Very troubled people in the world who have done very troubled things have firmly believed this. OP needs help beyond Reddit.
MuttsandHuskies@reddit
It’s really difficult to explain to people with full nuclear families that you never had anybody to explain things to you so when you made adult decisions before you were an adult, you didn’t realize there were options for you. So you just dragged that with you your entire life.
Optimal-Ad-7074@reddit
this is a fair point. otoh, when I look back on my adolescence - and I felt this way at the time too - I appreciated the lack of adult oversight about much of life. by comparison I realized most of my peers were having big tracts of their identities and their futures (well-meaningly) dictated to them, and they didn't know enough to get out of the way of that either.
I can't separate parental death from other factors as my family emigrated six months after my mother died, but I was honestly appreciative of not having to argue or self-advocate with my mom. she was wonderful, but opinionated. I'm not at all sure that I would be me if she had lived to watch me growing up.
Optimal-Ad-7074@reddit
I'm just going to point out that a lot of replies in this thread equate "single parent" with poverty, and (imo) many are attributing things to half-orphanhood that are really about being poor. just saying.
as someone whose mother died just before she turned fifteen, I think my strongest thing is just not having the concept of "miss/need my mother / a mom." go figure, considering that I had one, who was awesome, for such a long time. but I just don't. I missed her personally for a long time and sometimes still do: her jokes, her intelligence, her interesting perspective on things, her company. I don't miss "having a mother" and I never did.
she died just as I was beginning to come of age, and there was never a shortage of people anxious to pity me or try to provide some replacement for "maternal guidance". these women meant well but their meddling traumatized me 😋. "why are these strangers all in my business" type thing.
I felt perfectly fine about it. I got to come of age on my own terms, in my own time and by my own lights, with nobody telling me what a woman is or how to be one. granted, there are quite-unquote girl things I never got the hang of, but none of them seems important enough to hanker after, to me.
Shoots_Ainokea@reddit
Damn. I thought we were grown up early but OP takes the cake. https://health.clevelandclinic.org/parentification
Elbrute@reddit
Parents divorced when I was 4. My dad was stable and my mom was a train wreck. He would drop off food but my neighbors ratted on him and the female parent threatened to have him sent to jail until he pointed out he would not be able to pay child support. Dad agreed to only see us on his agreed time. On his weekend every 2 weeks he would teach us to cook and since I am a man to basic handy man repairs. My dad would buy us clothes and stuff so we looked good but the female would go on a rant. Her boyfriends and husbands (not at the same time) would berate us. Finally, we were dropped off to stay with our her parents and then my grandmother died. My grandfather started depositing the child support check since he was paying for us. My female parent and my new step guy got upset and picked us up to live with them since we were teenagers. My sister and I started doing old jobs, baby sitter, cutting grass, etc to have food money. My sister got old enough to choose to move in with my father. Since that would be half the child support my female parent and the step got upset and one thing led to another and I “ mouthed off” so bad that the female had to call and cry him off of me. I then walked miles to my dad’s house and dad took me on a trip to document the evidence. The step gave me a present (freedom) with side of beating.
The funny thing is this was the last time of 6 times my dad sued for custody. My dad was represented by a “ball busting” lady lawyer known for suing entitled men and representing abuse victims. There was an audible gasp in court when she said she was representing my father. The female and the step did not bother to show up. Later, we found the case was decided as soon as the lawyer walked in representing my dad.
Probably the only reason my sister and I have had successful marriages is because we are close and did a lot of work on ourselves. Needless to say my wife was in charge of disciplining the kids. I was the narc and security guard (big wall of meat). When my grandfather died, our 3 kids found out about the train wreck. My kids thought she died, when I was a child which was kind of true. When she stopped mothering she died as a mother.
My wife and I have 3 grown up successful kids, who we see often. Two of whom are saving a lot by living at home even though they have good paying jobs and a college degrees.
I have a stable job, nice house in a good neighborhood, money in bank, 3 fridges, 9 months off dried / canned food, RO water system, whole house generator, and a slight hoarding basis. But during COVID, we had food, paper products, etc. My kids never have wanted for anything and all of them have any emergency credit card with their name on my credit card.
My wife who grew up with a nuclear family does not understand, even though everyone including my grandfather explained his daughter is a train wreck. On one of the few times, my wife met the wreck, the wreck explained she was messed up because of all the stuff the wreck went through even including multiple miscarriages between my sisters and my birth. My sister is 15 months older than I and I was late.
BoneDaddy1973@reddit
My mother died when I was 22 months old. My father was never formally diagnosed with autism, but holy hell he fits the profile. As a result, My own personality is on the edge of reactive attachment disorder. I don’t miss people. I try to be a good person and I care about what happens to them, but I just don’t miss anyone except my wife. Not my sons, not my dad, not my friends. I miss my wife when she’s not around, and I’ve been in love with her for 33 years now. Nobody else. I don’t care about anyone else that way, it’s just not in me. It feels weird recognizing that I’m so insular.
Life_Smartly@reddit
Get what? (Your summary doesn't say what, or why they need to get it.)
AnasandSF@reddit
They have a level of security and belonging that I envy.
Blonde_Mexican@reddit
That I knew I would never have kids. The dysfunction stops with me.
Mysterious_Row_@reddit
How to understand that alone time is important for self growth.
Medusa_7898@reddit
That sometimes families have permanent breaks that result in no contact with parents/siblings and that the reasons are often deeply personal and very valid. And when we share this, we do not need anyone telling us how short life is or how we only have one mother, father, etc. Instead, please respect the very painful decision we made to cut ties with people who are SUPPOSED to love us for our own well being.
ancientastronaut2@reddit
Totally. I had both parents, but my mother was a horrible narcissist. I got so sick of our extended family out of state constantly saying "but she's your mother...".
F off with that! Just because she gave birth to me, does not mean she deserved my undying fealty her whole life.
RHGOtakuxxx@reddit
This is me too. Except I do not have an extended family - my father’s family is on the other side of the world, he came to the US as an intern in the early 60’s. I didn’t realize my bad mental health growing up was because my mother is a narcissist until I was in my 40’s. But my father is the same as yours - tells me to placate her keep the peace.
Kodiak01@reddit
My wife experienced how my abusive father (he will never be "Dad" to me) could easily go off the rails, and did so before we were even engaged.
The rest of her family? They saw it in the days after the wedding after a friend of hers (who is semi-professional photographer and took amazing pictures of the big day just for us, and at no cost, on top of the official photographer) had his shots shit on by father on FB, nasty enough that even his own siblings told him where to shove it.
This of course, after bailing from even attending the wedding with a BS excuse just a few days prior to the big day.
BontanAmi@reddit
Wow this is so powerful. I used to be ashamed at the way we grew up with my grandparents basically providing our room and board, my mom struggling with mental illness and abusive boyfriends (but trying to do right and loving us kids very much), and my dad 4000 miles away and being as supportive as he was able (which was pretty damn good but still so hard). Even today, decades later, my parents do not speak. Holidays are still difficult. At my ripe ass old age i still feel like i am putting together an ikea desk with no instructions. I dont feel like i have anything figured out. I have found peace with that though.
No one needs to be told ‘but you only have one insert relative type here’ people like that while meaning well are being judgmental and not empathetic to your journey that caused you to do or be what is different than their experience.
I_Am_Become_Air@reddit
Their admonishments "are neither desired nor required."
I would say they don't understand their platitudes are hurtful... most times. Some people are determined to use their square in the round hole of reality; i.e., force you to conform to their world view so they don't have to challenge their mental constructs of a "family."
"The next door neighbor is a nice guy." (He is a convicted pedophile to his own children, but he studied to be a preacher in prison.)
Bdowns_770@reddit
Totally agree. My simple way to express this is “life is too short to live with toxic people.” It’s very taken a ton of shit over the years but I stand by my decisions.
JJQuantum@reddit
What it’s like when living with your dad to live on crackers and water for a week because he sold the food stamps for money to buy Jack Daniel’s.
What it’s like when living with your mom and listening to her crying while mending her work clothes because she has no money to buy Christmas presents.
Knowing that neither of them really wanted you because your mom was willing to give full custody to your abusive, alcoholic father so she didn’t have to go through with you and your 2 brothers as a single mom that she had to go through with your 3 half siblings after her first divorce and because your dad couldn’t stop drinking enough to keep a job and so just left you and your 2 brothers on your half sister’s doorstep with a suitcase each - and nobody home.
Positive_Chip6198@reddit
How did you turn out? Were you able to conquer the demons and not pass it on?
JJQuantum@reddit
I am incredibly independent as you can imagine. I rebelled in my late teens and 20’s, landing in jail a few times and having as much sex as I could. In between, I worked 2 full time jobs, sometimes over 100 hours a week, to make sure I had the money I needed because I didn’t want to be poor ever again. I started dating my wife at my lowest point. I realized after a bit that I wanted a family with her. I looked at my future and planned out the life that I wanted and then back tracked to where I was to make sure I was doing what I needed to do to get there, knowing I could be a better husband and father than my dad was. I still have lots of demons but they are buried deep as my wife and sons, 19 and 15, are my singular purpose. Everything revolves around them. Everything. I have great friends I’ve known for as much as 44 years but nothing gets in the way of my family. It has worked and my life is great at this point.
Positive_Chip6198@reddit
Thanks for sharing man. You should consider writing your story some day. It’s inspirational you turned it around.
Ive had some of the same patterns, worked 100hour weeks much of my twenties. Drank way too much. Managed to alienate almost everyone i knew, until i met my now exwife. I was blessed with two kids also, and they are still daily my saviors. It’s so much easier putting effort into doing something for them than for myself. They will never see me touch a drink or hit them or a woman. They wont see me give up. My daughter called me “world’s best dad” yesterday, when i put her to bed. She has no idea how a sentence like that shakes me to my core. Gotta keep on keepin on to stay that person in her eyes.
Kodiak01@reddit
Over an 11 year period, I journaled my hellish past going all the way up to the present. It is over 1000 pages in length... and locked behind a password long and convoluted enough (hello, high-ASCII!) that even a quantum computer would have trouble breaking.
And there it will stay.
JJQuantum@reddit
Very nice.
eastbaypluviophile@reddit
All the freakin respect my dude. Keep slaying, king.
beaus_tender_0c@reddit
Pretty similar experience to OP starting when I was 5 after my parents divorced and Dad basically disappeared.
When I met my wife and told her stories about my childhood I’d say “my mom did her best” and my wife would say “your mom did nothing and I’m angry at her and sad you had to live like that.”
My wife was right. When I raised my stepkids I realized how little my mother had done. She worked, took care of her boyfriends and let us fend for ourselves. Although she did pay the rent and for the groceries. ———
One typical example was when we moved mid school year in Feb. I had to find out which school bus to take to the new school for myself (6th grade) and my sister (8th grade). When we arrived, I went to the principal’s office to check in and learned they had no idea we were coming. I then had to instruct the school on how to obtain our old records, what levels of classes we should be taking etc.
I’m pretty sure my mother never even made a phone call to the school before we got there.
———- I lived for the summers when I’d go across the state to stay with my grandparents and great aunt. They had normal lives that included family meals, stocked refrigerates, clean houses and everything I wanted in life.
———- I’m no longer broken though. I had a great marriage, a decent career and a wonderful wife (widowed now). Being neglected and poor made me quite resilient.
Slipstream_Surfing@reddit
Very similar situation as yours and just two days ago I was thinking about it, specifically while shaving, remembering all the trial and error.
So I guess my thought is they don't get how it wasn't just different then, but follows you through life for a long time, maybe all the way.
Taodragons@reddit
When our first child was born, my wife insisted that I mend fences with my parents. She's regretted it ever since. She comes from this huge, close knit family. She literally has 100+ first cousins. I have 4, and I don't know 2 of them.
Augusts_Mom@reddit
Parents divorced when I was 11 and married other people. My older sisters were out of the house by then.
Other kids got to live with my Dad. There was a lot of favoritism towards the new family.
I had to live with someone else's Dad when my Mom remarried. He was an asshole. And my Mom favored her new family also.
I was an outsider at school, and home. It was awkward every other weekend when I was with my Dad and his new family. I am a reminder to both parents of their first marriage.
My sisters don't understand because they did not have to ever live with a step parent. I live 1000 miles away and I don't miss them. I built the family I always wanted.
Puzzleheaded_Town_20@reddit
I can relate. Dad also convinced Mom not to go after the family business, house or vehicles in the divorce, because they were all to be handed down to us, their children. Guess who remarried within a year and has made second family kid the executor of his estate?
Augusts_Mom@reddit
Oh my God, that is terrible! What an ass!!
TiredinUtah@reddit
That some of us never got to be children. I started working (paper routes) at 9, giving money to mom for food for the family. Never stopped. I also had to babysit, for free, my younger sister till she was old enough to be home alone.
I'm 57 and still working. I'm exhausted.
Competitive-Cat-5897@reddit
I had an epiphany the other day. If I had been able to work as hard at succeeding as I had at surviving, there would be no limit to what I had accomplished in my life. Instead, I feel like I'm always behind my contemporaries who didn't have to be an adult from day one. I was ahead of them initially, since I had to take on responsibility far beyond what they could handle, but somewhere along the way, I fell way behind and have spent the last few years trying to come to terms with the childhood I never had and the adulthood that felt stymied.
I grew up in the perfect storm: abusive home, abject poverty, and religious extremism. Any one of those things would have been too much for most people to overcome. Put them all together? Frankly, I sometimes amaze myself that I'm still standing. My resilience actually scares me sometimes. I really only feel completely comfortable with people who have similar experiences. I feel like "too much" with everyone else because they can't begin to identify with my upbringing and what I have gone through to "make it" to this point.
I'm tired of surviving. I want softness. I want security. No amount of therapy or self care will eliminate the belief the other shoe is going to drop...because it has dropped. Every. Single. Time. And yet, I refuse to let my past define my future. I'm determined to overcome it and reach my full potential—even if it takes me decades longer than everyone else.
Puzzleheaded_Town_20@reddit
A good friend once told me as I lamented my messed up background, “everyone has to start somewhere.” Be proud of how far you’ve come from where you started. Your integrity is one thing that can’t be taken from you.
Competitive-Cat-5897@reddit
Your friend was spot on. We may start behind everyone else, but I think we appreciate the progress more. Definitely can’t take our integrity away. It’s hard earned.
winediva78@reddit
Where do I start? The feeling that you weren't wanted? Or maybe if you were better, the parent would have stayed? Having fun with your cousins on Christmas only to be pulled away because you have to visit the other side? When half siblings are born, you are clearly not included in family events? The completely different treatment by step parent? Not being included on family trips? And this is all as a child. No wonder I am so messed up.
TC_Stock@reddit
Dad died when I was a kid. Mom was weak and loved playing the part of the helpless grieving widow. She was always seeking pity from everyone. She cried constantly about some threat around the corner and always put her fears on me. I was her support system. I grew up in a constant state of trying to figure out what each day would bring and how to satisfy these grown ups who think I'm a fuck up.
I developed serisous problems with OCD, catastrophizing, ruminating thoughts and anxiety. I didnt understand why until a therapist explained how my childhood helped create all this.
My wife had a great nuclear family and her parents were both tough as nails. You can see it in my wife. Its frustrating when she doesnt understand how a shit childhood fuck up your problem solving abilities.
kidde1@reddit
I partially qualify. My mom had drug, alcohol and psychiatric issues. My dad worked full time, part time and also attended college at night. I’m the youngest of four children with each of us being almost 2 years apart. I depended on my sister (22 months older) for any food that I couldn’t get from a counter or bottom fridge shelf. I remember waiting for school to be over so that I could eat since my mom was almost always passed out when she was home. The good times were when she was in inpatient care, then either grandparents or aunts watched over me. Without them I was left to my own devices, which at 3 isn’t a good thing.
TLDR even an “intact nuclear family” doesn’t mean what many think. We depended on ourselves early!
Myeloman@reddit
Both my parents and my wife’s parents divorced when we were about 8-10yo. We have worked HARD to stay together and provide for our kids the best we can, and I think now that they’re adults we did pretty damn good, all things considered. Where I struggled was the constant back and forth weekly from mom’s to dad’s, like swapping some of my friends weekly. Mom had a string of not so great relationships after the divorce, thankfully nine of them had kids. Dad eventually remarried and she had a son and oddly, I’m probably the closest to him more so than any of the parental units despite his mom and my dad divorcing after I left for the service.
It’s even more fucked up that at about 35 I learned about my biological father, and three other brothers, from two other mothers. I literally have brothers from other mothers and a sister from another mister. Having conversations with people outside my family, and my in-laws, is a constant struggle to keep others on track as to whom I’m talking about, so more often than not I just avoid family discussions altogether. It always ends up sounding like that “my brother’s cousin’s uncle” line from some movie.
Worst of all, and where I often feel most jealous of those who were raised in solid, loving families, is that my parents both struggled most of my childhood to piece their lives back together, and I always felt like an afterthought. Dad relied on me as free manual labor on the farm, when I was there, and mom basically ignored me when I was at her house. At dad’s I was trapped, too far from town to go anywhere, while at mom’s my bike took me to every neighborhood of our small town any time I wanted because she basically didn’t care.
I will say, Christmases were pretty nice with 2x the family. Twice the food, twice the presents. (Gotta look for those silver linings, I guess…) Now with my in-laws it’s doubled yet again, so there’s that…
sanityjanity@reddit
You nailed "parentification".
Probably most folks who grew up with only one caretaker adult experienced it.
Appropriatelylazy@reddit
I'm kind of half and half... my mom died when I was 13. I have a big family and am the youngest of six kids. My dad was an excellent parent. (My mom was too!) I didn't have to be the grown-up in the house. But there was a definite difference in what my older siblings experienced from myself. They grew up as full adults. They benefitted from having both parents around. They were happier through their young lives and to this day than I could ever hope to be. They were better prepared for life than me, and I still feel that loss. I lack something They have. I'm not sure I can claim to be from a one parent household but I can see how it affected me and empathize with people who actually only had one parent through their childhood. It's difficult and lasts longer Tham you'd think to get past it.
eejm@reddit
I had a really similar experience. My dad died suddenly when I was fifteen. My mom was understandably devastated, and parenting was a little too much for her at times. We also had our own mother-daughter difficulties and personality clashes on top of that. (I like to say the parents my older brother had during his teens were very different than mine.). What it meant for me was that I was sort of on my own for the next few years.
I do feel the opposite about being less prepared for life than a child with two parents consistently at home. When I started college, I noticed that my friends were struggling a bit with “adulting” tasks. I had had the same sort of growing pains with money, managing my time, handling unexpected problems, etc., but I’d gone through them a few years before they did. I had to grow up very suddenly in ways that perhaps they didn’t, and I felt more prepared to be on my own.
Medusa_7898@reddit
Losing a parent at such a formative age makes a horrible situation even worse. A 13 year old girl losing her mother had to have been a compounded tragedy.
I hope you are getting therapy and finding peace. I’m glad you had a wonderful father. Some of the stories I read here about surviving parents are horrific.
Positive_Chip6198@reddit
Hunger, stretching your money.
I have colleagues that dont understand i think wasting 100$ on a bottle of wine is a luxury i wont indulge
Genny415@reddit
I still don't understand how people can BUY coffee (in a cup, ready-to-drink, not beans) every day! How extravagant!
Imagine my shock when I started working and saw people going out for lunch every day. Go ahead, Mr Rockefeller! I'll be here with my packed lunch.
RightJuggernaut3997@reddit
One parent does the job of two. And she’s the one who gets blamed for everything. And also for not providing the life of a 2 parent household. Then when they turn 18 they go live with the no rules parent.
It’s great
Kblast70@reddit
Very few people can comprehend what it's like as an 11 YO boy with a younger brother and a younger sister to have your mom walk out and disappear from your life. My dad did the best he could, but she ruined him for a very long time. I left home at 18 2 weeks after graduation because I couldn't get along with my dad. I was then the one leaving my brother and sister alone since I moved 300 miles away and long distance phone calls still cost a lot of money.
It blows my mind that today my mother somehow thinks I love her, I don't tell her to her face, but I don't give a damn about her or her life. If she was to die tomorrow I doubt I would shed a single tear.
RCA2CE@reddit
Bro you almost described my childhood
Single mother of 6, my oldest sister bailed on being the surrogate mom at 17 (when I was 12), older brother didn’t want none of it and had other issues - so I got eased into being the man, cooking, cleaning, making sure we had firewood to heat the house (or we’d freeze), I worked crazy things for money from like age 14 on - I gave any money I had to the household. It was really bad, it sort of took away my chance to do normal people shit like “prom” or traditional things kids did. We didn’t have a phone, haircuts were homemade, clothes were irregulars from the bargain bin…
I was very smart and the school wanted me to advance a grade but my mother wouldn’t let me, I was already the youngest kid in the grade and she didn’t want me graduating having just turned 16… but nobody checked my grades, attendance so I just went in and took the tests and left - that apparently was good enough to graduate. Graduated and moved out immediately at barely 17. I didn’t know how to go to college but I tried, at some point I realized that I needed to change something so I joined the army - they taught us to shave in basic training
Negative-Appeal9892@reddit
Parentification at an early age. I didn't just have homework after school, my mother was working full time and I had chores. To this day, I am amazed at teenagers who can't operate a washing machine, dishwasher, or lawnmower. Or who don't know how to clean.
Pete_maravich@reddit
I'm so sorry to read all these horror stories. My heart goes out to each of you.
Over the decades I've become more and more grateful for my parents and aware of how rare they actually are. They made mistakes, they weren't perfect but they didn't abuse or neglect us. They gave us the typical middle class life free of trauma.
Survive1014@reddit
This is a EXTREMELY important discussion for young couples to have- the status of their parents. People raised in stable, parents still married homes have wildly different engrained responses to all sorts of life situations, compared to people from divorced, remarried and single parent homes.
eastbaypluviophile@reddit
I see you.
My DH was raised white-picket-fence. Parents married 50 years etc etc ….I wasn’t raised, I grew up. With a mentally ill mother and mostly absent self absorbed father. Our life experiences are vastly different and I struggle to understand his perspective sometimes, but I have been unbelievably fortunate to have a partner as empathetic and insightful as he is.
justlkin@reddit
There's so much that's hard to explain. The hunger when there was more month than paycheck. The constant bullying because everyone knew exactly how poor you were. Keeping it all bottled up inside because I knew my mom had enough on her plate and I didn't want her worrying about me, which also meant not asking for money for school field trips or other things I knew she couldn't afford.
Then there was losing a large part of my teen years taking care of my nephew. My older sister had him at 16 and pretty much left him in my mom's care for 4 years while she lived it up. That meant I was his defacto babysitter when she had to work and I wasn't in school. And he was a major handful too. His father wanted nothing to do with him.
There was a lot of trauma I didn't go into, but I'm good with my past now. I've made a good life for myself and have provided a pretty good, comfortable life for my kids. I came through it all as a pretty strong, independent and resilient person.
I guess I'm good with that.
HomesteadGranny1959@reddit
My birth mother left my father when I was 6. She had physically abused me, starting at 3mos old. I lived in fear every day until dad would come home. When she left him, I knew I was going to die.
After a horrible beating, she called my father to come get me and he did. Being raised by a single father wasn’t normal, especially in the 60s. Dad was not prepared to raise a daughter alone while in his 20s, so he wasn’t very responsible. Dad was an alcoholic and womanizer. I wore clothes given to me by other moms and lived on meat and potatoes.
He remarried when I was 11. At first we banged heads, but eventually she became Mom. My Mom.
I did not get through unscathed, but with a mighty good dose of CPTSD, thanks to the egg donor.
SaucyAndSweet333@reddit
See r/cptsd and r/emotionalneglect.
TurboLicious1855@reddit
We can't ever explain the desperation. Ever. Unfortunately. I tried in family therapy and the therapist said "we don't have time to go into your trauma." So I stopped. Now I just smile and say "traumatic childhood, teehee" and move on. I figure if I can protect my child and the world from my trauma, I've done ok.
RidiculousDear@reddit
My “nuclear family” ex husband could never understand how I, a child of divorce, could be okay with celebrating holidays with different sides of the family on different days. His father was an only child, he only has 4 cousins on his mom’s side, and both sets of grandparents were friends with each other. They all celebrated holidays together. My parents were divorced when I was still in elementary school. Thanksgiving was spent with my dad’s family, Christmas with my mom’s family, the day after Christmas with my dad’s family, and Easter was a toss up.
zeitgeistincognito@reddit
My sister and I have never lived in the same house. I'm significantly older than she is and I moved away to go to college before she turned ten. She was my dad and dad's second wife's kid and my mom had primary custody of me. I saw dad/sis etc on a couple of weekends a month and a couple of weeks during summer until I went away to college.
Because of the age difference, our father was in different stages of his life when we were each little. In some ways we had very different father experiences. And we were raised very differently by our moms. We're have almost nothing in common. I've always tried to stay in her life, I love her dearly, but the distance we live from one another and our personality differences create challenges sometimes.
stuck_behind_a_truck@reddit
Well you nailed the aspect of becoming an adult as a child. I think, however, this is not entirely single-parent household issue. Plenty of people with nuclear families had to be the functioning adult in the household with two stunted parents.
Oktodayithink@reddit
They do not get that me and my kids are just as strong, if not stronger in our love and respect for each other than many in nuclear families.
ArcticPangolin3@reddit
I'd bet stronger. A lot of nuclear families had it easy enough not to form real bonds between siblings - or even parents.
savedbytheblood72@reddit
No dad and my mom kinda left me at my grandma's
It was a crazy dynamic not being sure how to feel about the " love" you get from one who abandoned you and the other who treats you like a responsibility.
It was whatever. I still grateful I've come this far . I miss both thou as they are both dead .
As an much older adult I've seen that some people are going thru things and cannot raise you, I can't walk i. Those shoes so I can't judge
pscaled@reddit
I was the oldest of two in a family of young parents. They were both middle children of seven siblings on both sides .They didn't finish high school. My father joined the army for hope of financial stability and the chance to get out of his siblings control. My mother didn't want to be an army wife or travel. They divorced after I turned ten due to my father's new found drug addiction, and my mother's inability to budget. She was the single mother of two teenage boys until she remarried to a man who was 16 years her senior. He was from a small village in Pennsylvania , and an only child whose parents were in their thirties when they had him....my biological grandparents were all dead before I was 9 save for my mom's dad who made it till I was 18. I have a terrible grasp of the nuclear family. I have cousins I've never met. And family, aunts and uncles, I haven't seen since I was 21.