Anyone else think they have crazed / dumb parents?

I’m sorry to hear about that Kitten… I agree with kyuubi, sometimes you just don’t know what those parents are thinking…

Sometimes my parents get mad at me… punish me, I’ve gotten no AIM, Guitar, TV, for such and such weeks, etc. But I have to think about my mom when she was younger…

My grandfather was pretty violent, of course he had a bad childhood, moving from place to place. He was born in Germany, a long time ago, back when Hitler was doing his horrible things. My grandpa lived on a farm for a while, where he had to do most of the work himself. He lived so close to a concentration camp, he could hear people being tortured.

My mom often endured my grandpa’s horrible swearing and violent ways. I remember hearing stories about him throwing plates, coming home drunk, getting in fights at bars, and once even throwing furniture through a wall. But inside he was a good person. He often calmed my mom when she was scared or sad, and he had many words of wisdom.

Today, after a stroke, he’s calmed down a lot, controlled his alchoholic habits, and cut down on the language. He’s offered me plenty of advice, too.

And this just goes to show that parents, even when they seem crazed/dumb, no matter how rotten the seem on the outside, can be the best of people on the inside. I feel blessed to have the parents and the life that I do.

The one thing to remember is, if your parents are not the best people it does not have to reflect upon you. Your life is what YOU make it. Sometimes some parents say horrible things, things that CANNOT be taken back, things that someone who should love you unconditionally should never even THINK much less utter to their child. When those things happen, that’s the PARENT’s fault NOT the child’s fault. The problem is, no matter what your age, it’s a powerful thing to hear from a parent. The point is to bounce back. When you get older you have the ability to assess whether or not your parents did good things or bad things. When you see what they did for (and to) you, there’s a choice…follow the same road or go on another path.
Sam, you are certainly on the right road, looking at the past and moving on. You CERTAINLY did the right thing by leaving home at 16. I don’t know WHY those teachers of yours called you a trouble maker rather than getting you HELP! Mental abuse is just as bad as physical abuse. I have very close friends who suffered both, and getting over and around that is a VERY hard task. Often times they blame themselves or get angry at the parents. All normal things, but it’s a matter of dealing with the facts and knowing that you are better than any of that and can rise above it. The best revenge is moving on with your life and having a normal life in which you can say:I did this DESPITE what you did for me. It’s not always a matter of forgiveness….sometimes it’s just understanding that you had no control over the situation and that maybe neither did your parent. All though being in a role of control, the parent some how had more to deal with than s/he could handle.

And before ANYONE thinks that teachers cannot be helpful in a situation like this, teachers are in fact bound by LAW to report anything that might be abuse. I remember at one school I taught, it had all grade levels, and two kids from a lower level were taken away by protective services because of physical abuse. So Someguy, when we say you are just going through normal things of being a teenager, you know we know what you’re going through…but there are other situations that make that normal situation THAT much worse. Miamiguy, the mute button for kids does not exist…at least not with real children. That’s why it’s always best to wait until you have enough patience to have them. We’re waiting for a while for kids, we’ve got two nieces and two nephews all under the age of ten. That’s the BEST birth control going! 😀 (And that how I know there is no mute….it IS holiday time after all!)

What I loved was trying to get to school from the other side of town *nod* City buses are great fun for that kind of crap, regardless of the fact that you had to get out to the stop 2 hours before school just to get there on time *shrug* Yay, I’m not the only “degenerate” around! *gives Anna a jacket* Welcome to the club, we have jackets!
It really isn’t a great deal of fun, but you know, it was still the lesser evil *little nod nod nod*

Heheh me either *thumbs up* The boys avoided, and still avoid me like the black death. It’s Awesome! *giggle* I’m not a “hot property” on the market. Of course, I was lucky to find my exfiancee because he was in the same kind of situation, so he ended up taking me in after I left, so at least I had someone there. I can’t imagine how you did that on your own. Kuddos to ya.

My parents aren’t too bad for the most part. I get along great with my mom. But lord, my father can be a pain in the arse sometimes.

My story also involves transportation adventures. I go to university in the city we live in, so usually I just take the bus. But on mondays, I don’t have class until 5.30 and my dad gets home at 4.30. He says he’ll drive me because it’s easier than me taking the nearly 45 minute bus ride. So in theory, we have plenty of time to get there, but I can never seem to get him out of the house before five past five, no matter what I tell him and he invariably takes the worst route possible – the same one every week, despite the fact that I’ve asked him to change it – which at one point actually takes us in the opposite direction of the school from our house. Added to this, the route has an impossible amount of traffic, mostly slow moving transport trucks, and when that’s not a problem, he drives so slowly I feel like I’m going to explode as I watch the clock tick closer and closer to me being late. Which I am EVERY WEEK. My prof thinks I’m some kind of irresponsible airhead, and I’m always so frustrated when I get there, and usually out of breath from having jogged across campus. I love him, but he is such a tool sometimes.

Haha. When I read that I imagined you sitting at the bustop and some leprachaun jumping out og the bushes and going, OMG YOUR HOT and jumping back into the bushes.:)

For some reason, I’ve never really hated my parents or anything. My parents aren’t acoholics, and aren’t divorced or anything, so I guess we are what you call a “normal” family.

However, sometimes me and my dad don’t get along at all, and sometimes we get along great. He is diabetic, and some diabetics when there blood pressure is too low or high or something, get really sick, and don’t even think about what they are doing. So me being the brillant guy I am, can say the exact thing that will get him (and people in general) the maddest, and he will often lose it. But after that he apoligizes, and I do too, and its all back to normal.