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Anonymous 01/20/15 (Tue) 21:18:22 No.6403

Post about your shitty parents ITT

Anonymous 01/20/15 (Tue) 21:48:00 No.6404

I'll start with what is basically my life story.
Everyday my mom comes home and bitches about my father who doesn't have a job and is waiting on one. In short, she threatens to leave us without money or transportation every single day. He worked well for the first 15 years of our life to support us and came home to cook dinners most days too, while especially early on in my life she was in a medication induced sleep with her windows covered in blankets. Often when she wasn't sleeping she was starting shit with my father. There were times when she escalated to violence and the police had to be called. I do have good memories of her as well but they are overwhelmed by the bad, unfortunately. I have memories of coming home from elementary to her with a smile on her face, a clean house, and an after school snack laid out for my siblings and I. Then I have memories of her pulling his hair and breaking things.
We moved to another state when I was 12 because my dad wasn't getting work. In his field of work you have to wait for different projects to come so it can be spotty. Despite the mental problems she faced after initially moving it seemed my mom was a lot less argumentative than in our home state. My dad isn't perfect either though, and has / had a bad drug problem. To make a long story shorter, this ended with him crashing into a wall on a drug binge and suspended license.

Anonymous 01/20/15 (Tue) 22:07:39 No.6406

>dad almost killed me as a baby
>leaves forever
>mom starts neglecting me at age 4
>starts screaming at me age 5
>start hallucinating at age 6
>mom screams at me every day of my life
>her and her boyfriends would hit me, throw things at me, etc.
>age 16, we move into a house with no windows
>live isolated from society for 3 years
>mental illness gets worse between her screaming, my aloneness and the fact that i was malnourished
>skin color becomes whiter than paper
>start talking to myself
>develop a second personality
>mom refuses to teach me to drive
>continues screaming at me
>sneak out 4 months before my 19th birthday
>move across the country
>turning 21 soon
>haven't talked to her since

Hope the bitch is dead, she treated me like dogshit my entire life.

Anonymous 01/20/15 (Tue) 22:31:54 No.6407

>>6404
(cont)

It's also worth noting that before that happened he went on bath salt binges that stressed my mom out a lot. Before that incident she had managed to finally hold down a job. We were doing fine collecting my dads unemployment when he couldn't work.

Anyway, that incident left our life in shambles. Our car was wrecked. She had go from working on weekends to full time. Luckily her boss picked her up for work and dropped her off, and would make stops at the store so we could get food. We could no longer afford the beautiful house we were renting so my mom had to beg people and our family therapists to drive us around to find a new home. Eventually we found a shitty little apartment on the main road of the quaint town were were living in. In walking distance of our old place. My brother and I were fortunate enough not to have to change school districts and my sister was cyber schooled anyway. Unfortunately I had to share a windowless room with my extremely unhygienic sister for most of my time there. Not cool. My mom eventually bought a beater to drive. Things were picking up again but my mom started to develop a delusional disorder, thinking people were out to get her. This delusion eventually grew. A few months later my dad got out of jail on bail. I missed him a lot so I was happy to have him back. Despite how he ruined our way of life he has always been a kind man with a good heart. He has went out of his way to help people plenty of times and has always been very friendly. For example, I remember him stopping to help people with car troubles a few times. I forgive him. Like I told him recently, that doesn't erase the fact that I'm still living with the consequences of what he did - but I forgive him.

Anonymous 01/20/15 (Tue) 22:33:26 No.6408

>>6406
Wow, that is awful. I'm sorry you had to go through with that. I hope you are doing a lot better now and that you can recover from that as much as possible.

Anonymous 01/20/15 (Tue) 23:02:10 No.6409

>>6407

(cont)

So that was a year and a half ago that he got our on bail. He had trouble finding work and started to spend the summer on the couch depressed and smoking spice. I'm pretty tolerant of him but that really pissed me off. I understand the effect of isolation and the low self esteem from not working but I wished he would have cut the spice BS and at least tried harder to keep the house clean, and stay awake. My mom had been smoking spice as well, even before my dad went to jail they both had been. Yeah, you have had mental problems in the past so go and smoke a research chemical that people have experienced psychosis on, dipshit. Not to mention that she was taking an insane amount of Vyvanse that her fruitcake Dr. prescribed her. I should mention that my dads final binge was on that very Vyvanse. She knew he had a problem with meth but she got prescribed it anyway. She was careless with the pills and even left them on the floor sometimes. Even after he binged on those pills the first time she didn't quit, neither after he went to jail. I quit my ADD prescription after he did. After he got of jail the first time, in an argument, she allegedly broke a capsule in her palm and held it out to him "Here, I'm the devil" she said. Another crucial detail is how my dad even got access to bath salts in the first place. He read an article about them in the newspaper and then my mother went and GOOGLED WHERE TO GET THEM AND SHOWED HIM. Goddamn, could you be more retarded?!?

Anyway, by the summer she was getting very insane in that apartment. Batshit crazy delusions. My dad eventually got sentenced for the rest of his charges in December, 9th months in jail for him. My moms delusions reached a point where she had to move out of that house after I turned 17. We moved barely over a hundred feet out of our school district and they would only let me stay until the end of that semester and school year.

Anonymous 01/20/15 (Tue) 23:46:11 No.6411

>>6409

(cont) should be the final part.

One night a week after moving my brother, who has Aspergers, flew into a rage after my mom came home from work tired and didn't want to drive him to his friends house. We moved to a place that was pretty isolated and farm-like. Although I was allowed to finish the year at my high school he couldn't because of his history there and bad grades. He didn't want to be isolated. He ended up breaking the glass of our door and the cops were called. He was taken to the hospital. Our phones ringer was off when they called for her to pick him up and he was taken into the states custody and put into a children's home, then a few months later into a "kinship" with this church family we knew. In the school district. My moms delusion moved on from being about our old neighbors to being about caseworkers coming and locking her up. It was very stressful dealing with her delusions. That whole summer I was trapped at home mostly, and then I joined cyber school because I was too shy for regular school and wasn't sure where I would be in 2015 because my mom wanted to move back to our old shitty state as soon as my dad got out. In early November he got out of jail. He has only worked for 2 months since and so my mom regularly disparages him while he waits for a new and big job prospect that should be coming very soon. My brother came home on Christmas.

Every single day. Everyday. I have to hear her NON STOP bitching about my father, about how she wants to go to our old state, how she will abandon us here to die without resources, her pessimism which has rubbed off on me and driven me into a state of complete hopelessness about the future. Every day, whenever she is home this is non stop. I'm being driven crazy! Constant anxiety. She knows how miserable she makes me but she doesn't care no matter how much I beg and cry. She never stops.

Anonymous 01/21/15 (Wed) 00:47:07 No.6413

>Biological father died of brain cancer when I was 2
>Mother, sister and I move from texas to SC
>Sister reaches that age and begins having boy issues, constantly leading to bickering between them.
>Mother meets another guy.
>Has my little sister with him.
>He begins going completely retard mode insane, little sister exposed to meth-ridden household of her father.
>Constant physical fights between mother and little sister's father, finally legally separated after a final straw of me accidentally peeing on the toilet seat. He goes completely apeshit about it, police and court involved.
>Little sister is fucked up because of this, constant screaming and whining in addition to older sister and her issues. I am pretty much left on my own because of this. I remain silent.
>Fast forward a few years.
>Mother meets another dude, he seems cool for the first year. Things are finally starting to look up, got a new house and more income and whatnot.
>I was wrong.
>Mother ends up having little brother with him, he also brings his daughter(who is the same age as my older sister) into the house.
>His daughter is batshit retarded, not insane, just retarded. A coalburner if I ever saw one constantly fucked up on drugs and inviting shady dudes over to the house.
>His daughter and my older sister get into fights constantly which lead to my mother and him getting into fights as well, sometimes getting physical.
>Little brother turns out to be autistic as fuck. Not in the shy asocial type, but in the hyper-active screaming and doing super weird shit while being immune to any verbal punishment type(it sounds like ADHD, but if you saw him you would know that it wasn't.)
>He gets addicted to video games around age 5 or so, almost impossible to tear him away from the screen. Even now he refuses to do homework because youtube and vidya distracting.
>Because of this, my little sister and him often get into arguments which lead to my parents getting into arguments(not like sibling bickering, my little sister is rough and my little brother is a wuss.)
>Meanwhile, I am still left alone.

My childhood was pretty much non-existent. All the father figures of my family are pretty much to blame for that because the children put out by them have been twisted by abusive arguments. I kept all the emotion bottled up in me the whole time until it unleashed itself in highschool leading to me getting kicked out of school for being 'a potential threat' and a long ride of psychotherapy. The result of this 'ride' basically ended up with me developing schizoid PD. All I want to do now is live alone, far away from society. I don't hate my mother and I feel sorry for her. In fact, I admire her for remaining relatively sane through all of this. If it weren't for her strength, I probably would have done something far more catastrophic when I 'popped'. She is basically the hero in my life, teaching me the values of self sacrifice and seeing that there is a bright side to everything no matter how grim it seems.

Anonymous 01/21/15 (Wed) 00:52:20 No.6414

My mother beat the shit out of me once, but I feel like a spoiled rotten brat in comparison to everyone else ITT. Good God.

Anonymous 01/21/15 (Wed) 01:20:12 No.6415

I had step-parents that fucked with my head. But it was mostly mental, verbal shit. Only one experience where I was scared for myself and my mother from the always raging step-father who told me that I'd never amount to anything. That night he was threatening to put our heads through the wall and I was just a child cowering under my covers as he yelled and screamed. He wasn't even drunk. He was an asshole to everyone and my kind but crazy mother seemed to love him for it.

I've told my story elsewhere about my step-mother. It's taken me more years than some of you have been alive for a renaissance of sorts to happen with me. I'm just getting started and still in a cocoon state, but poking my head out. It's been hell in between.

Parents can do some fucked up shit, make the worst fucking decisions, and totally fuck you over with their selfishness and mental baggage. Then we get a heaping load of baggage due to them, and hopefully work out enough of the crap to live a decent life. Hopefully, we understand enough of ourselves before some of us have kids, so that we can be mindful to help guide them into having a better life than we did. (I'm not having kids unless I adopt.)

Most of you are pretty young here, so if you're in the middle of it, try to hold on, get help, and endure.

Hugs…

Anonymous 01/21/15 (Wed) 01:43:32 No.6416

>>6408
I've got a lot of problems as a result of it. I'm left in a permanent childlike mentality and sometimes I just can't get some of the shit that was done to me out of my head.

Anonymous 01/21/15 (Wed) 04:15:32 No.6420

>>6414
I know, right? I probably wouldn't be alive if I had some of these parents in this thread. I'm gonna go hug my mom.

Anonymous 01/21/15 (Wed) 14:17:21 No.6442

Just gonna post about my whole family.

>I'm the youngest
>2 older sisters
>Parents had me when they were 40
>Difference in age between the last kid before me is 4 years
>Oldest sister is/was a hipster Marxist
>Taught me fucking Critical theory when I was 10
>Married a Muslim and had 2 of his kids
>Both older sisters were into drug use and were gigantic whores
>Got me into drugs, have since recovered and no longer do it
>Oldest sister moves away, no longer speaks to anyone in the family including extended family
>Older sister is a heroin junkie, just left the state running from the law
>All her 'friends' were junkies and drug dealers
>Caught them trying to break into my house last year
>Mom has multiple mental illnesses (schizophrenia and bipolar)
>Would randomly flip the fuck out as I was growing up
>For the past 2 years she was buying vicodin off the street thanks to my junkie older sister
>Can no longer do that since my older sister no longer lives here, thank fucking god
>Mom hasn't been to work in 2 years because of her illnesses and surgery she had
>Dad was a huge dick to me growing up, but now is completely awesome
>but he doesn't do shit about my mom or sister
>Older sister has stolen too much expensive electronic from me
>She paid one of them back, but stole my iPad 2 months ago, which my dad is paying me back for (he shouldn't be in the first place)
>It's as if I grew up without a dad because he was rarely involved with my life other than helping with school projects
>was always out watching sports somewhere and he rarely talks much about anything

Other than that I had a great childhood but once I graduated high school it all went downhill from there.

Anonymous 01/21/15 (Wed) 16:14:23 No.6444

>>6414
>>6420
I think this is one of the reasons I feel like my shit is worthless.

I didn't deserve the parents I had. No divorces, no deaths, stable family life, but I'm a broken miserable sack of shit anyway.

I think I'd feel better if I knew there was a valid reason for things to be shitty.

I'm sorry to everyone that did have a shitty family life, though, drugs, abuse or otherwise. Shitsux.

Anonymous 01/21/15 (Wed) 20:04:32 No.6451

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>>6444
>no deaths

Well, to be honest, I don't remember my biological father's death since I was only a baby at the time so it hasn't really made a direct impact on me. That said, I wager that life would have been better if he had lived…but that just sounds selfish as it would imply my younger siblings never being born.

I know this is probably shitty advice as I don't quite understand how depression works, but try to find humor in everything. Even the most gruesome scenarios have humor in them, just look at any shock website like liveleak and see all the people making jokes in the comments and whatnot.

Of course…this is probably the reason why I am so maniacal and sadistic at times so I don't know if I would truly recommend this. Also, nice trips.

Anonymous 01/22/15 (Thu) 05:02:08 No.6465

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OP here,

my father just got a job and this bitch STILL won't shut her trap.
She was nice all night and then the psycho-btich switch went off in her brain.

Funny enough, yesterday she tried to apologize to me and tell me she loves me and would never abandon me. Tonight? she doesn't care about me and my other two siblings, wants to run off to MI to her other children who she loves more.

I wish the crazy bitch would shut her mouth. I dislike her more every night. I like / love her when she acts like a human but she isn't.

Anonymous 01/17/16 (Sun) 20:09:19 No.12633

>>6444

I feel the same way. Only thing my parents did was try to make me better. except for this one occasion where mom went berserk on me and fucking hit me for no reason

I don't deserve these parents. I honestly would give them to one you guys who had a shitty childhood.

Anonymous 01/22/16 (Fri) 09:39:19 No.12642

>>6465

>She was nice all night and then the psycho-btich switch went off in her brain.

>Funny enough, yesterday she tried to apologize to me and tell me she loves me and would never abandon me.

Classic Cycle of Abuse.

Anonymous 01/30/16 (Sat) 01:25:54 No.12659

>sis spergs about nothing

>this gets so high I strangled my mom with a bike lock

>sister calls cops (thank you for nearly fucking up the repuation of us in the neighbourhood, hobosexual)

>nearly commit suicide via a kitchen knife

>fails

>long story I can't be arsed to type out now

God fucking damn it, if they don't stop unironically being dicks against SOMEONE WILL get injured or die here, the only one here at home who isn't batshit insane is my dad.

Anonymous 02/03/16 (Wed) 09:41:32 No.12674

>>12642

This bruh.

Anonymous 02/04/16 (Thu) 06:56:37 No.12676

>>6404

My mother never talks to me. She simply does not care to interact with me or the outside world at all outside of the bare minimum required for work and by social conventions. All she does is read books and watch TV. She is fat and stupid.

My dad constantly throws tantrums about the most minor things and bitches and whines constantly. Every time he is home he bitches and complains and bitches and complains. My dad will never apologize when forced to. Only when told to apologize by his wife (my mom) will he apologize. But he doesn't care at all about his actions or their consequences. All he wants to hear is that you've accepted his apology and that the matter is finished. I now personally do not accept apologies or demand them. I explain that I feel apologies do not solve problems and are unhelpful.

The treatment from my parents from a young age has crippled my ability to develop social relationships. I have no and have not had a parent-child relationship and as a result I have had not friend relationships. I have no and have not had real friend relationships and as a result I have had not romantic relationships. I have no and have not had romantic relationships and this depresses me.

What can someone like me do??

Anonymous 02/05/16 (Fri) 13:56:02 No.12687

>parents expect me to work or go to college

>know I can't to college, would be mentally taxing and I'd eventually have a breakdown, flop out, and be thousands of dollars in debt

>same with some jobs, I'm trying to find something I know I can handle

>work odd jobs here and there, trying to save up to drive as I live in an area that isn't very easy to get around in

>parents always say "Well, why don't you just drive" or more for my mother's case, " I'll help you out in a few months I can barely afford rent "

>both refuse to let me learn on their car, would have to learn using instructor's car exclusively to learn, that's a good deal of money.

>only time I've been able to actually work is when my mother is able to bring me to a temp job on a few weekends, for conventions

>still hound me every day despite refusing to help me learn how to get around proficiently

>parents still owe me money from when my dog died, frequently have to help with grocery bills or giving my dad cigarette money lest I get the "you're a leech" talk

Meanwhile my mom sends my older brother money to help him out and he got a car and training when he was 18, not to mention my mother paid for most of his college before he dropped out.

I know we're in a financial pickle, but if you guys don't want to put anything into me, don't expect much out of me. I'm trying but I need a good deal of help like my brother got so I can eventually move the hell out and have a life. I'm almost twenty with no stable work, which is embarrassing for me.

Anonymous 02/07/16 (Sun) 05:15:17 No.12692

>be me

>be trapped in a fucking anti-pharma cult

>have parents that are way too into it to let you leave it before you go off to college

>be born with autism, adhd, dyslexia, and schizophrenia

>stim by pacing about

>have ableist parents constantly pull that ABA type shit when you do this

> feel very shitty about stimming for most of your goddamn life

>genuinely think you have a "motion addiction" since they are against learn the smallest amount of info on physical and/or mental ailments and disabilities

>have abuse traumatize you to the point your personality's disordered and you have dissociative identity disorder

>think your just reluctant to accept God into your life when your actually traumatized by Christian shit

>have rheumatoid arthritis for years but just thought your right knee was bending weird

>be unable to do fuck shit about anything that ails you because your trapped in an anti-pharma cult

kill me, /mental/

Anonymous 02/07/16 (Sun) 18:05:10 No.12695

Not going to engage in the pity party aspect of this. I have ASPD, I'm extremely socially awkward, I have an anxiety disorder I take meds for, and moderate addictive tendencies , meaning I may not rob your house to get high but I'll slowly destroy my own life in a long subtle process while I'm high I think I have all the answers and everything is going just fine but it isn't.

Parent-wise. My mom's a narcissist with sociopathic traits. Interestingly enough my direct interactions with her as a child were either a sort of non-malevolent neglectfulness (in her mind I was happier and healthier than she realized because I didn't whine or complain and was often content with the simple things.) or very loving affectionate and enabling. As I got older and became able to call her on her shit I began to see her constant need to shield herself from any and all negative feedback. She was just very thoughtless and self-serving. My brother and I were more objects for her to fill the endless void in her chest. Not entirely her fault. She was very severely abused and traumatized as a girl. Her mother died when she was 7yo and her father was absentee, made her self-conscious about her skin tone, and he was a huge dopefiend. She saved his life one time while he was ODing at a dopehouse and they dragged him into the street to let him die. Also she was molested (not by grandpa, by an uncle I think) . Her grandmother was rotten and abusive as hell. Her range of torture was both physical and mental and from what I know from others she was a master in the art of crushing the human spirit. She even told my brother that he was jealous of me because I'd actually meet my father (his was in the middle of a 15 year sentence). My mother can't help what she became it just sucks to be me because she just had to have children as if that would help her love herself. I'm seeing a bunch of people using their children to validate their meaningless existences. Both I and my brother have followed my mother's foot-steps in those regards. Now that I'm walking in the parental shoes I see things much differently.

Dad wasn't there most of the time and still isn't. I honestly believe he doesn't know how and he has his own drug problems that he doesn't want to be transparent with me about. I'll give him that he at least attempted 3 times. One time when my Mom just sent me to live with him with no warning at all. I also admit from raising my own two children. It's very hard and that's with a partner that you actually cooperate with. I can't imagine how daunting it might be for a drug addict with a semi-crazy baby mama. Some days when I'm cleaning the diarrhea off of my daughter's ass and potty and her underwear (potty training is a nightmare) I think of my Dad and I cut him a little more slack. Sucks that we can't have a real dialog and move forward. I've always chased after him and reached out to him. He's never done that for me. EVER. But what am I to do? Even now at 30 I still need him. I'd say emotionally. Financially and even with life advice I know he couldn't provide any help in those areas. He had a hard upbringing too.

As for runner-ups who raised me I'd like to acknowledge my stepfather who was more of a big brother/butler than anything else the poor bastard, my extremely jealous big brother and his almost brutal bullying, harassment, and alienation. And the harsh realities of life in the ghetto.

Anonymous 02/14/16 (Sun) 15:39:44 No.12728

>>12692

Wow shit, I'm almost the same as you anon, I have adhd and I am always being told that I need to accept God into my life by my mom when she actually believes in crazy cultist-tier shit, the only exception is I am the one who is mostly anti-pharma regarding my own mental health.

Also what are the symptoms of your arthritis in your knee anon? Because I too have some kind of arthritis in my right knee (not yet diagnosed) where there is a clicking sound whenever I bend my knee too much and if I do that too often my joints start hurting.