80s. Mom. Same otherwise. Only now understanding my dad didn’t hate me for being ND. In the end, I think he envied that I learned to love myself in ways he couldn’t as an ND nerd in the 50s, and having to fit in, or getting jumped.
My dad was a drunken asshole who grew up in a tough world. He wasn’t suited to fatherhood, and wasn’t prepared to deal with a kid that was not him.
I suspect he had his own ND issues that would have been even more difficult for him do deal with as a kid in the 40s and 50s, not to mention his parents.
He was probably raised with the same kind of abuse I was, and more. I don’t hate him.
As an ADHD kid in the 60s and 70s, I was punished for existing by most teachers/school boards, other kids, and my father.
(That doesn’t mean that I wasn’t hella annoying, of course.)
That being said, I agree.
80s. Mom. Same otherwise. Only now understanding my dad didn’t hate me for being ND. In the end, I think he envied that I learned to love myself in ways he couldn’t as an ND nerd in the 50s, and having to fit in, or getting jumped.
My dad was a drunken asshole who grew up in a tough world. He wasn’t suited to fatherhood, and wasn’t prepared to deal with a kid that was not him.
I suspect he had his own ND issues that would have been even more difficult for him do deal with as a kid in the 40s and 50s, not to mention his parents.
He was probably raised with the same kind of abuse I was, and more. I don’t hate him.