JarodA
JUB Addict
What's bringing this on is, a general inferiority complex had risen to the surface in recent times (thankfully after a bit of time and recent effort, my anxiety around that is subsiding and I'm reverting back to my neutral state which is pretty chill), but through this intense time for me, after like 10 years of not going through anything remotely similar, I think it was even more intense this time around, and it's taught me some things about myself, albeit relatively late, and I think one of the main things is that had I been brought up in a healthy way, felt more confident 'cause I felt loved and valued basically, and had my social life taken a more 'conventional' direction as a result, I don't even think I'd be comparing myself negatively to others, or at least not nearly as much.
My dad was a distant guy, always in his own head or in whatever books he wanted to read or study. But the threat of discipline was always there too. Eh, that wasn't ideal, but I knew what to expect from him. Watch myself, 'be good,' accept whatever my parents told me as the good book says, and we'd get along great. He's a former alcoholic, born of alcoholics, he was already mid-40s when I was born. Not excusing, but I can understand his BS at least.
My mum felt like the outwardly safe parent, and sure I was always fed and she sometimes bought me this and that, but her bad parenting stuff was more insidious, and ultimately worse. Should've been obvious I guess, because Dad and Mum divorced when I was like 11 and things didn't really change with him gone.
Mum didn't prepare me properly for a single aspect of adulthood (like, she complained if I didn't do chores, but never tried to really teach me about how scheduling worked or how to stick to them, or even very much how to practically do anything), I tried to move out of home once but partly because of what I now understand to be my stunted development it only lasted a few months and I was back home again. One of my flatmates in particular just couldn't handle me.
Anyway, growing up she didn't try to correct any 'quirky' anti-social habits I had (which were numerous and othered me from people), always wished out loud that I'd do certain things differently (like be more 'sporty' and watch less TV/games) but always with an emphasis on discouragement rather than encouragement, always extrapolated mistakes, bad days, moods or habits to my entire personality rather than address them as separate parts of me that could be individually worked on (I can distinguish more as an adult that this is just her 'style,' but as a kid I probably did absorb a lot of this in a way I maybe wasn't 'supposed' to). Things would be going along pretty normally, then she'd just raise her voice/get angry out of the blue for some problem I guess I was supposed to 'mindread' for. One of the worst things, growing up I wanted to be seen as a cool, strong boy like all boys do, but my mum always fussed about how 'cute' I was, like kids say funny stuff but she'd make SUCH a fuss. She knew damn well I didn't like this, but that didn't matter to her at all. She also tended to shut down discussions before I'd gotten my point across properly and then accuse me of 'dwelling' when I tried to finish saying my piece.
Fast-forward past childhood, I'm pretty much nearing my mid-30s now. To this day (as I'm still living with her at the moment) she still never ever expects that I'm going to do the right thing. Her default expectation is that I'm still going to disappoint her it seems. We both work of course so don't have to see each other a ton, but say when we're overlapping days off I can only tolerate small doses of her at this point before she starts to piss me off lol. Despite all this, I'd hesitate to call her abusive taking into account the sum total of my childhood (and knowing what her own mother was like too lol)... just kind of skirting that line constantly.
I have a pretty disordered social life and self-esteem issues though. Up until recently I'd learned to accept it, or not even really label it, but most of the time I'm chronically lonely basically. I know for sure I'm homosexual BTW, no issues with that, but I've had only a tiny bit of sexual activity in the distant past, and I knew through tiny 'sparks' of feelings that I had the potential to truly enjoy that with the right person, but as it stood back then it was mostly a pretty empty experience for me which I haven't missed a ton. Needless to say, very few friends throughout my life, and none that I've felt I can 'open up' to much.
Thankfully through this recent time, I know I need 'help' for my deep-rooted self esteem problems, if I'm going to fully love myself and expect others to do the same. Since I've learned to adapt to my 'independent' life, I can realize this without overly freaking out. Seeing through my mum isn't a problem anymore, I don't think I need to involve her any further and I don't think she can be 'fixed' in any way. I think finally addressing my self-esteem problems will go a long way to fixing a lot of my own problems.
I have hope despite my less than ideal start to life
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My dad was a distant guy, always in his own head or in whatever books he wanted to read or study. But the threat of discipline was always there too. Eh, that wasn't ideal, but I knew what to expect from him. Watch myself, 'be good,' accept whatever my parents told me as the good book says, and we'd get along great. He's a former alcoholic, born of alcoholics, he was already mid-40s when I was born. Not excusing, but I can understand his BS at least.
My mum felt like the outwardly safe parent, and sure I was always fed and she sometimes bought me this and that, but her bad parenting stuff was more insidious, and ultimately worse. Should've been obvious I guess, because Dad and Mum divorced when I was like 11 and things didn't really change with him gone.
Mum didn't prepare me properly for a single aspect of adulthood (like, she complained if I didn't do chores, but never tried to really teach me about how scheduling worked or how to stick to them, or even very much how to practically do anything), I tried to move out of home once but partly because of what I now understand to be my stunted development it only lasted a few months and I was back home again. One of my flatmates in particular just couldn't handle me.
Anyway, growing up she didn't try to correct any 'quirky' anti-social habits I had (which were numerous and othered me from people), always wished out loud that I'd do certain things differently (like be more 'sporty' and watch less TV/games) but always with an emphasis on discouragement rather than encouragement, always extrapolated mistakes, bad days, moods or habits to my entire personality rather than address them as separate parts of me that could be individually worked on (I can distinguish more as an adult that this is just her 'style,' but as a kid I probably did absorb a lot of this in a way I maybe wasn't 'supposed' to). Things would be going along pretty normally, then she'd just raise her voice/get angry out of the blue for some problem I guess I was supposed to 'mindread' for. One of the worst things, growing up I wanted to be seen as a cool, strong boy like all boys do, but my mum always fussed about how 'cute' I was, like kids say funny stuff but she'd make SUCH a fuss. She knew damn well I didn't like this, but that didn't matter to her at all. She also tended to shut down discussions before I'd gotten my point across properly and then accuse me of 'dwelling' when I tried to finish saying my piece.
Fast-forward past childhood, I'm pretty much nearing my mid-30s now. To this day (as I'm still living with her at the moment) she still never ever expects that I'm going to do the right thing. Her default expectation is that I'm still going to disappoint her it seems. We both work of course so don't have to see each other a ton, but say when we're overlapping days off I can only tolerate small doses of her at this point before she starts to piss me off lol. Despite all this, I'd hesitate to call her abusive taking into account the sum total of my childhood (and knowing what her own mother was like too lol)... just kind of skirting that line constantly.
I have a pretty disordered social life and self-esteem issues though. Up until recently I'd learned to accept it, or not even really label it, but most of the time I'm chronically lonely basically. I know for sure I'm homosexual BTW, no issues with that, but I've had only a tiny bit of sexual activity in the distant past, and I knew through tiny 'sparks' of feelings that I had the potential to truly enjoy that with the right person, but as it stood back then it was mostly a pretty empty experience for me which I haven't missed a ton. Needless to say, very few friends throughout my life, and none that I've felt I can 'open up' to much.
Thankfully through this recent time, I know I need 'help' for my deep-rooted self esteem problems, if I'm going to fully love myself and expect others to do the same. Since I've learned to adapt to my 'independent' life, I can realize this without overly freaking out. Seeing through my mum isn't a problem anymore, I don't think I need to involve her any further and I don't think she can be 'fixed' in any way. I think finally addressing my self-esteem problems will go a long way to fixing a lot of my own problems.
I have hope despite my less than ideal start to life









