do you hate your parents?

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And how is that parents' fault?

I don't know you but I do know depression and it is like a fog and it causes very negative thinking.

I am telling you one thing as FACT you can come out of depression.

If I were you I would get help with this first and foremost.

Keeping busy brought me out of my depression it takes time.

No! How could you??

At least one decent human being beside myself on this forum. (the other one who voted yes)

I feel nothing for my parents, we never did anything as a family, they were quite apathetic to my mental needs growing up... they still don't even known I'm an aspie. Something that I attribute to their profound stupidity.

My mother is an apathetic witch... her stupidity had done me so much damage growing up that I find it amazing that I don't hate her as much as a should...she really screwed me up as a child.

I loath parents that crap out babies and expect the kids to 'figure it out' on their own. Uhg... makes me so mad. In the R/K selection theory(Link), my parents are most definitely R-type.

I think any aspie being born into the R-type group is going to have a rough time (favoring lots of kids, investing little into each one). that sort of environment especially breeds siblings who will learn to bully each other, as my siblings did. Without a parent's keen eye, affection and moderation, that sort of pecking order that's rampant in this world will naturally develop... it's a parent's duty to keep negative influences from this world from infiltrating the family unit. when that happens you get things like sibling rivalry and favoritism, which tears families apart.

If my siblings all died tomorrow I would not feel a single thing, I mean I have physical scars from when they tried to bully me into doing something. It's a daily reminder of what sort of people I was born to.

CliffNotes of Depression:

Triggering Event/Self-doubt --> Sinking feeling of being unworthy --> Intense feelings of sadness, doubt/regret/shame --> Feelings of not being worthy of living, or being in a hopeless existence --> actively seeking death.

OP, I've been diagnosed with depression myself, and sought out help for it. My depression was more caused by anxiety than sadness, which may or may not be your case.

Surely you've wondered why you're still around, right? Even if you aren't Christian (I personally am agnostic but I seem to resonate with a lot of Buddhist teachings and general deism more than anything), do you think that in general, things happen for a reason? If so, then the logical conclusion is that you are still here for a reason. What is that reason? I'm not sure; but it'd be a damn shame if you were the one to advance humanity in a new way and you cut your life short.

I'd advise you to seek help more than anything. AS comes with its own challenges, but please know this- you are still human, and you have the capacity to do as you please. Sentience is a rare gift nowadays, unfortunately- I know far too many of my NT friends who are so interconnected with the internet and with themselves that they ignore that basic ability to feel and be cognizant of themselves. It's some scary stuff.

Yes, but good luck to you!

How the hell does not hating my parents not make me a decent human being? You are making an awful lot of bizarre statements but doing very little explain the motive behind them.

I'm blessed with loving parents and siblings. They are the only people that care about me IRL. I love them. I actually think I can appreciate them even more because I am autistic and cannot find anyone outside of my family that cares about me.

I know some people have a really bad relationship with their parents and end up hating them. My own aunt and grandmother (both of whom I suspect have (had) autism) seemed to hate each other. My aunt left the family when she was young and didn't even come back to attend her mother's funeral many years later. I know other people who have that kind of relationship with their parents.

The only good thing about hating your parents is that you will never have to worry about losing them eventually. I'm dreading that.

Do I hate my parents? Not really. I just resent them a bit. The first reason is though they're not evil they're both kind of annoying. The second reason I resent them is because they exist. There's just something immature about having living parents who sometimes intrude upon my life.

Brilliant! You've discovered the cure for depression! If only we'd known it was so easy to cure depression we could've been happy all along. It's so simple I'm surprised no one ever thought of it before.
/sarcasm

I love my mom, but HATE my father. When I was a kid my father had custody of my sister, brother and I. He was such a bully. I remember coming home from school in tears one day because the other kids had been mean me. He told me if I wasn't such a stuck up snob that the kids wouldn't be mean and if I was more likeable, maybe I would have friends. Then he started in on how I should be more like my sister. I was only 11 or 12. He use to tell me I was a problem child and I would end up in jail. Or that I would end up in hell went I died. I hate him because parents are supposed to love and support their children not bully them.

I hate none of mine. I get along with them. I was lucky to have them because of what kind of people they are and my mom had the right support and knew how to get it and figure out the school system.

No, but I do hold my parents responsible for many of the problems in my life. Many times I have wished they never had me. They clearly weren't ready. If I had any genetic predisposition to ASD, they both made it that much worse; my father with his impatience and fits of rage, and my mother with her controlling nature and emotional neglect. I rarely felt loved or wanted by either of them. My depression and anxiety all started at home and was made worse by the awful school they sent me to. Long before they learned to look beyond their petty arguments and consider someone else's needs, the damage to my brother and I was done.

I don't hate them, because what's the point? They divorced long ago and will never really understand what they did to me. My father moved away with a second wife and I haven't seen or spoken to him in five years. I still visit my mother, but I haven't told her about the ASD or other details of my life. She doesn't need to know that I'm totally miserable and still cry like a baby when I'm alone, wishing that somebody in the world had really loved me back when I trusted people enough to let them in.

I hated my dad when growing up. I remember telling him, ?I hate you?, when I was ~ 22 (I was still living at home at the time). I continued to despise him for several years thereafter.

Why? Because he pushed me to do things I was uncomfortable with. Because he had extremely high expectations of what I could become.

Looking back, he forced me to become independent. Which was a good thing. Though, I never lived up to his lofty expectations.

I stopped hating him several years back.

No!

I have mixed feelings, both love and hate. My parents had me when they were too young and too clueless to become parents. They probably never should have gotten married to begin with much less had a child. My father was physically abusive to me growing up and the rest of the family stood by and didn't do anything to stop it. I hate my entire family for that. I especially hate my mother for it. I hate her for marrying the first and only guy she ever dated and allowing herself to become completely dependent on him. I hate my grandmother for the way she smothered her children to the point that my mother felt like she had to get married to escape. I hate my father for being selfish and misogynistic and abusive. Sometimes I hate my own self for having been born.

I was raised solely by my mother. She passed away a little over 3 years ago from cancer. I miss her and owe her all the love in my heart.

My father abandoned my mother knowing she was pregnant. Did nothing to financially support us as I grew up. Not long after my mother passed one of my aunts, unbeknownst to me, contacted him and he showed up at my front door. That was the first time I ever met him. He knows I am ill (fibro/CFS/POTS) and will not help me out financially. He has made it clear that he would only help me out on his terms - move to Louisiana, which I will not do - I don't even like him. He is a deadbeat. He showed me pictures of his house and told me how much he has in his bank account so he's got money but won't help. His bank account would not be so fat if he had paid into 18 years of child support!

Plus he is a pervert. All I'll say is that I found this out during the first, last, and only hug he ever gave me.