r2d2 wrote:
My father was a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic and although never diagnosed with anything my mother probably has some form of autism. Neither of them had the slightest clue of what parents were supposed to do. Neither of them had any idea of their responsibilities. Neither of them had the slightest interest in trying to understand a high strung nervous child like me. I received no emotional refuge from them whatsoever - in fact quite the opposite.
^If you switch "mother" and "father," that was my childhood. Except they were both fundamentalist Christians (of the worst flavor) who berated me and physically abused me (my mother usually for imaginary garbage, and my father for not fitting into his life routine) in the name of Jesus and for the sake of my soul. The most recent attempt at making peace with them ended very poorly, with accusations of demon possession from my mother and my father getting upset that I made my mother angry.
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