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.
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.