Technically possible. Technically. Without much child rape, even!
The ipad released 2010. Let’s say the daughter was 3 years old at that point, they’d be 19 today. Minus 2.5 years to pump out 3 kids, they could have started at 17. Which is not unbelievable in some areas.
Yes, the ipad has been around long enough that generations raised on it could be parents now. If I made you feel old, you’re welcome.
Edit: OK, so they had 3 kids 2 years ago. Maybe a teeny bit of Epstein then.
Exactly. Parents who complain about their kids behavior…like, did you drop them off with a pack of wolves or did you actually pay attention to them and take time out for them to teach them as opposed to yelling, dictating and insulting them?
Yeah, my parents are still wondering “where did we go wrong,” as if they’re surprised I turned out to be worthless…
Like, I fought like hell to thrive despite how they raised me, and in the end it came crashing down around me because the psychological conditioning was just too deep set.
And it didn’t help that every time I started to get on my feet, they dragged me back down cause I guess it made them feel bad when they saw me start to do well any time I managed to cut them off temporarily. Buy they’d wriggle their way back into my life and start sabotaging everything all over again by talking down to me in strategic ways designed to trigger my ancient complexes and insecurities like only they know how to do…
hey there, sounds like my family. the ONLY thing that allowed me to start healing was a hard cutoff (dad) and low contact (mom). it is different for everyone, but if it is the right thing for you, do it. they made choices while parenting that will have natural consequences for everyone involved
I know it’s just words, but try like hell to make a life despite them. I know that with the state of things right now that’s crazy hard to do.
My mom actually got jealous when I finally got a nicer vehicle than she and my dad had. I drove clunkers my entire life until the last 8-9 years and I was proud of my new nice vehicle and she couldn’t even be happy for me. All she could see is that her gay child who escaped the evangelical upbringing was actually living better than she and my father.
I can’t, it’s too late for that. The struggle and psychological pressure led to too many mental breakdowns, and I’ve embarrassed myself in public too many times to step outside anymore. I used to live independently but a series of trips to the mental hospital and a spiral of crushing debt led me squarely back into their basement where things were still turbulent for a couple years and I made a series of attempts to move out on my own again but I’m just so psychologically broken at this point that I can’t pull off the most basic things.
And yeah, they definitely had that evangelical strain of conservative christianity. It’s how I was raised and that did a hell of a lot of damage too, even completely aside from the constant put-downs speckled with unrealistically high expectations.
Being sheltered and homeschooled and taught the bible from a baptist perspective and going to a church youth group where I met my abuser and was told to look up to him as a leader didn’t help much either. By the time I was an adult I couldn’t even interact with people. I spent all those years when most people are learning how to socialize and be normal, instead I was learning the opposite. People picked up on that easily and so I was ostracized and demeaned even more, cause people love ganging up on an easy target.
By the time I started deprogramming from religion it still took me several years to complete the process, and that finally leaves me at square one, albeit without the decades of social skills that most people have cultivated by my age. And in addition I have all the baggage of every foolish thing I’ve said or done along the way.
There’s really no path forward for me. I’m a hikikomori at this point and I’m just barely starting to accept that fate with resignation.
By any chance, are you neurodivergent or suspect you may be? Before I learned that I was my life made no sense, and I stayed hella depressed. It wasn’t until I was diagnosed as autistic that my life slowly started making more sense. That doesn’t excuse or dismiss the damage caused by your parents, but it does provide a new reframing of things.
Almost certainly. But I never got screened as a kid even when I begged to find out what’s wrong with me, because back then an autism diagnosis would have brought shame on the family or whatever, so I just got yelled at and told to stop asking…
And yes, my life does make a lot more sense when I consider that I might be on the spectrum, but that’s not enough to convince people to understand or be accommodating. Hell, even if I had a diagnosis, most people still wouldn’t understand or be accommodating.
And besides, I’ve asked my healthcare providers later as an adult to screen me, but it’s not exactly their specialty. Also that was back when I was a regular pot smoker and they told me I had to be off weed for a year before they would send me to a specialist.
It’s been about a year since I’ve smoked weed at this point, but it’s also been longer than that since I’ve seen a doctor and I’m pretty sure they’ve already disenrolled me from their system. I also just don’t feel like going through the hassle anymore.
Ah, I see. It is difficult to get a diagnosis as an adult. However, it really doesn’t matter unless you’re trying to apply for SSI or similarly in whatever country to reside in.
The part that helps is to find likeminded people online and in real life if you want. I have matrix group for autistic folks if you’re interested. It’s still small, but it’s slowly growing. It just helps to talk to people experiencing similar challenges.
I think I have internalized tismophobia though. At least whenever I hang out with other autists, I end up hating myself even more afterwards. It feels like seeing myself from the outside and triggers a lot of insecurity. Like “this is seriously who I am? These are the people I fit in with?” I know it’s wrong, but you have to understand a lot of these traits are precisely the ones I’ve been demeaned, ridiculed, criticized, and ostracized for throughout my life. It’s only natural that I would develop a complex around that.
One-on-one I do seem to get along with autistic people better. I’ve always felt compassionate towards people with severe cases, and I feel strong kinship with people with mild cases, but there’s a range in between where I just feel uncomfortable. Like someone who isn’t severe enough for me to feel sorry for, but enough for me to cringe for them. It probably wouldn’t bother me so much if I didn’t see myself in them though…
And aside from that, a lot of people with a diagnosis feel superior to those without. Like they think I’m appropriating something and encroaching on their space cause I want the attention or the pity or something. As if anyone who wasn’t on the spectrum would even want to claim that, or relate in any way to the traits and things people go through who are.
Also, there’s a lot less sympathy for guys on the spectrum. Women with mild autism are seen as quirky or endearing, and much as they seem to hate that, it’s nowhere near as bad as how guys on the spectrum are seen (cringe, spaz, and worse things that I won’t repeat).
But even women on the spectrum seem to have it out against guys on the spectrum. Like “How dare you expect sympathy? You have no idea what it’s like to be seen as a manic pixie dreamgirl by everyone you meet!” Like, chill, I’m sure that’s tough, but do you know what it’s like to be called an incel just because you’re a loser who laments his inability to make friends?
But if I say that then they’ll just call me a misogynist by some circular reasoning like “I get called an incel because I’m a loser, so I must be a misogynist because incels are misogynists, so I must be a loser because misogynists are losers.” Or maybe we should just stop stigmatizing guys who don’t get laid very often? Maybe society would have healthier views of women if we didn’t literally require men to have sex with them in order to deserve respect? Maybe, just maybe? But no, apparently just saying that makes me an incel, and therefore I must be misogynist. Apparently…
Lol, this is what I tell my wife when she complains about one of our kids. “Guess they weren’t brought up right”.
For real though…children are humans with independent thoughts and a world of influences. Blaming parents for anything kids do wrong is insane, as if they’re little automatons who have been programmed by parents.
For this sort of thing I’m not sure it matters. You either give a shit about this or it doesn’t even reach your attention. I’ve seen people raised by meticulous engineers that do this kind of crap. It drives those of us that care absolutely nutty as it would literally take effort for us to do something like this so we assume it’s done to piss us off but it usually is just something that some people don’t attend to at all. In their mind it’s just pizza in fridge, done, next thing.
Just out of curiosity, who raised her?
Probably an iPad
Considering the daughter has 3 daughters of her own, probably not.
Technically possible. Technically. Without much child rape, even!
The ipad released 2010. Let’s say the daughter was 3 years old at that point, they’d be 19 today. Minus 2.5 years to pump out 3 kids, they could have started at 17. Which is not unbelievable in some areas.
Yes, the ipad has been around long enough that generations raised on it could be parents now. If I made you feel old, you’re welcome.
Edit: OK, so they had 3 kids 2 years ago. Maybe a teeny bit of Epstein then.
Exactly. Parents who complain about their kids behavior…like, did you drop them off with a pack of wolves or did you actually pay attention to them and take time out for them to teach them as opposed to yelling, dictating and insulting them?
Oh wait, maybe that’s just how I was brought up.
Yeah, my parents are still wondering “where did we go wrong,” as if they’re surprised I turned out to be worthless…
Like, I fought like hell to thrive despite how they raised me, and in the end it came crashing down around me because the psychological conditioning was just too deep set.
And it didn’t help that every time I started to get on my feet, they dragged me back down cause I guess it made them feel bad when they saw me start to do well any time I managed to cut them off temporarily. Buy they’d wriggle their way back into my life and start sabotaging everything all over again by talking down to me in strategic ways designed to trigger my ancient complexes and insecurities like only they know how to do…
hey there, sounds like my family. the ONLY thing that allowed me to start healing was a hard cutoff (dad) and low contact (mom). it is different for everyone, but if it is the right thing for you, do it. they made choices while parenting that will have natural consequences for everyone involved
I know it’s just words, but try like hell to make a life despite them. I know that with the state of things right now that’s crazy hard to do.
My mom actually got jealous when I finally got a nicer vehicle than she and my dad had. I drove clunkers my entire life until the last 8-9 years and I was proud of my new nice vehicle and she couldn’t even be happy for me. All she could see is that her gay child who escaped the evangelical upbringing was actually living better than she and my father.
The toxicity runs deep in some parents.
Also, you’re not worthless!
I can’t, it’s too late for that. The struggle and psychological pressure led to too many mental breakdowns, and I’ve embarrassed myself in public too many times to step outside anymore. I used to live independently but a series of trips to the mental hospital and a spiral of crushing debt led me squarely back into their basement where things were still turbulent for a couple years and I made a series of attempts to move out on my own again but I’m just so psychologically broken at this point that I can’t pull off the most basic things.
And yeah, they definitely had that evangelical strain of conservative christianity. It’s how I was raised and that did a hell of a lot of damage too, even completely aside from the constant put-downs speckled with unrealistically high expectations.
Being sheltered and homeschooled and taught the bible from a baptist perspective and going to a church youth group where I met my abuser and was told to look up to him as a leader didn’t help much either. By the time I was an adult I couldn’t even interact with people. I spent all those years when most people are learning how to socialize and be normal, instead I was learning the opposite. People picked up on that easily and so I was ostracized and demeaned even more, cause people love ganging up on an easy target.
By the time I started deprogramming from religion it still took me several years to complete the process, and that finally leaves me at square one, albeit without the decades of social skills that most people have cultivated by my age. And in addition I have all the baggage of every foolish thing I’ve said or done along the way.
There’s really no path forward for me. I’m a hikikomori at this point and I’m just barely starting to accept that fate with resignation.
By any chance, are you neurodivergent or suspect you may be? Before I learned that I was my life made no sense, and I stayed hella depressed. It wasn’t until I was diagnosed as autistic that my life slowly started making more sense. That doesn’t excuse or dismiss the damage caused by your parents, but it does provide a new reframing of things.
Almost certainly. But I never got screened as a kid even when I begged to find out what’s wrong with me, because back then an autism diagnosis would have brought shame on the family or whatever, so I just got yelled at and told to stop asking…
And yes, my life does make a lot more sense when I consider that I might be on the spectrum, but that’s not enough to convince people to understand or be accommodating. Hell, even if I had a diagnosis, most people still wouldn’t understand or be accommodating.
And besides, I’ve asked my healthcare providers later as an adult to screen me, but it’s not exactly their specialty. Also that was back when I was a regular pot smoker and they told me I had to be off weed for a year before they would send me to a specialist.
It’s been about a year since I’ve smoked weed at this point, but it’s also been longer than that since I’ve seen a doctor and I’m pretty sure they’ve already disenrolled me from their system. I also just don’t feel like going through the hassle anymore.
Ah, I see. It is difficult to get a diagnosis as an adult. However, it really doesn’t matter unless you’re trying to apply for SSI or similarly in whatever country to reside in.
The part that helps is to find likeminded people online and in real life if you want. I have matrix group for autistic folks if you’re interested. It’s still small, but it’s slowly growing. It just helps to talk to people experiencing similar challenges.
I think I have internalized tismophobia though. At least whenever I hang out with other autists, I end up hating myself even more afterwards. It feels like seeing myself from the outside and triggers a lot of insecurity. Like “this is seriously who I am? These are the people I fit in with?” I know it’s wrong, but you have to understand a lot of these traits are precisely the ones I’ve been demeaned, ridiculed, criticized, and ostracized for throughout my life. It’s only natural that I would develop a complex around that.
One-on-one I do seem to get along with autistic people better. I’ve always felt compassionate towards people with severe cases, and I feel strong kinship with people with mild cases, but there’s a range in between where I just feel uncomfortable. Like someone who isn’t severe enough for me to feel sorry for, but enough for me to cringe for them. It probably wouldn’t bother me so much if I didn’t see myself in them though…
And aside from that, a lot of people with a diagnosis feel superior to those without. Like they think I’m appropriating something and encroaching on their space cause I want the attention or the pity or something. As if anyone who wasn’t on the spectrum would even want to claim that, or relate in any way to the traits and things people go through who are.
Also, there’s a lot less sympathy for guys on the spectrum. Women with mild autism are seen as quirky or endearing, and much as they seem to hate that, it’s nowhere near as bad as how guys on the spectrum are seen (cringe, spaz, and worse things that I won’t repeat).
But even women on the spectrum seem to have it out against guys on the spectrum. Like “How dare you expect sympathy? You have no idea what it’s like to be seen as a manic pixie dreamgirl by everyone you meet!” Like, chill, I’m sure that’s tough, but do you know what it’s like to be called an incel just because you’re a loser who laments his inability to make friends?
But if I say that then they’ll just call me a misogynist by some circular reasoning like “I get called an incel because I’m a loser, so I must be a misogynist because incels are misogynists, so I must be a loser because misogynists are losers.” Or maybe we should just stop stigmatizing guys who don’t get laid very often? Maybe society would have healthier views of women if we didn’t literally require men to have sex with them in order to deserve respect? Maybe, just maybe? But no, apparently just saying that makes me an incel, and therefore I must be misogynist. Apparently…
Lol, this is what I tell my wife when she complains about one of our kids. “Guess they weren’t brought up right”.
For real though…children are humans with independent thoughts and a world of influences. Blaming parents for anything kids do wrong is insane, as if they’re little automatons who have been programmed by parents.
In my family this would have resulted in one parent telling the other parent that “your daughter” wasn’t raised right. That’s all I’m saying.
For this sort of thing I’m not sure it matters. You either give a shit about this or it doesn’t even reach your attention. I’ve seen people raised by meticulous engineers that do this kind of crap. It drives those of us that care absolutely nutty as it would literally take effort for us to do something like this so we assume it’s done to piss us off but it usually is just something that some people don’t attend to at all. In their mind it’s just pizza in fridge, done, next thing.