Do your parents remember your childhood differently than you

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I mostly remember my thougths.
I remember my toddler solipsism - I found out I existed and expirienced things and others were objects I interacted with.
I remember looking in the mirror with a lot of curiosity, and singing "I'm three and half" which was true.
I remember experimentally finding out if you really can cut yourself with a piece of broken glass - I didn't trust what adults said.

Curiosity seems to be my strongest emotion.

I have also more painful memories but they seem to fade with my therapy. Well, they started to make sense so they are no longer in the Curiosity chamber of my mind.

Mine are dead, but yes we didn't remember it the same way I would say. Parents aren't around their kids alot of the time, at least during the day so there's alot they miss out on. At least if your parents have a laisez-faire parenting style like mine did, putting aside that I wasn't diagnosed till a couple years ago. And the perspective you have as a kid isn't the same obviously as adults either, so I find at least even now that my memories of that time aren't what I've read and remember my parents saying about alot of things and experiences I had.

I don't think anyone remembers the childhood exactly as their parents, simply because we all look at things from our own perspectives. Not to mention that our child's brain doesn't necessarily retain memories the same way as an adult one.

In any case, my mother remembers a lot of things I just don't. There's a time of when I was growing up that she refers to as the time I hated her. I remember a time when I was angry with her but it was at the end of the time she says I did and then afterward. It certainly wasn't hate either lol

She seems to be distressed at times when she talks about times that happened or things I did and I have zero recollection of. I feel a bit bad about it, but it's not like I forgot on purpose.

I don't remember much of my Aspie like traits as a kid because I just thought it was normal. I never questioned anything that I did or thought might be odd or even that I struggled with. She remembers those things though. For instance I have a vision impairment and I was utterly unaware that I would...tilt, still do when watching TV or something. I didn't know I did such a thing until either she told me or I heard her tell a doctor.

Overall of whether life was happy, sad or whatever I don't think we differ much.

Yes, but my mom gaslights me and her memory has always been bad.

My mother was dying before she asked me why I left home, and learned that dad had kicked me out. Different enough?

I remember being scared every time I was reprimanded for talking about my special interests. I remember how tough it was for me growing up as a child due to my Gender Dysphoria. I remember telling everybody that I wanted to be a man when I grew up. I remember how unhappy I was because my body felt very wrong. I remember identifying with the male characters in movies that took place in the 19th Century because I liked their clothes better. I asked my mum if I was a sad child or a happy child. My mum remembers me having a happy childhood. That's not the way I remember my childhood. I was hiding two difficult secrets from my family. How could that make a kid happy?

My mother would regularly say I was an awkward baby,toddler,child etc. In recent years my father has mentioned that I was badly coordinated and stuttered. However he said a little while ago he always saw me as being at the high potential end of any scale. The reality? I was a bright kid that gradually descended into mediocrity. I don't think he's ever noticed the extent of my issues.I remember when I was falling apart mentally and my grades for lower and upper 6th were in the toilet. He was talking about how he'd treat me if I got into Cambridge or Oxford.

When I mentioned the ASD assessment to him . He said he could see no signs that I was in childhood.

More that they have differing interpretations of things I did or said. When I became really socially awkward from around the age of ten onwards, there was a theory on the part of my father that it was due to my falling out with a girl who I had been friends with. In fact, I'd barely even thought of her since the falling out.

They didn't know what I went through emotionally

No words could express it

They were not receptive

They acted like they completely understood


They didn't "care"



At least, not in a positive way

Magz,

There is a really cute book called All Cats Have Asperger Syndrome. As a cat lover, I think your quote is PURR-fect!

It seems that my parents are a bit more accurate as to how I remember my childhood.
Of course that doesn't mean there aren't any missing gaps like how they see it on the outside and how I see it on the inside.
Yet still their odds of remembering my childhood as I do is more likely, given if one would connect the dots.

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The parents who actually love me:
My stepdad has it pretty much the same as me although he is always praising me over things I think are normal. Like I read Brave New World when I was 9 because I wanted to, he says it was a sign I was a good reader.

Mum says I was 'little' for pretty much everything under 16. I hate that. To me, I was little when I was 0-6, big when I was 7-10, pre-teen at 11 and 12 and teenage between 13 and 17 then adult.

My dad who doesn't love me and who has actually said that:
He thinks my childhood was perfect and that he never picked fights in public. My childhood was lovely except when he got involved. Some of the rest of it was - he chooses to think I don't have good memories of him - but some of it was horrible.

Almost certainly yes, for I don't remember anything much before the age of 5 or so. And the only thing I remember about my early childhood is sitting at my kitchen table eating breakfast reading about hurricanes the day before Hurricane Juan made landfall on my house, and seeing my neighbour's boat moored in a somewhat unusual spot. Oh, and looking at some of the tall red spruces on my land, not knowing that this would be the last time I'd see them... and the complete destruction of the forest the day after.

I have almost no memories about my socialising abilities, or lack thereof, from my childhood; about all I can remember was that I found most of the other children uninteresting and not mature enough for my taste. Even though I was assessed at the age of 7-8(?) or so, I cannot remember anything from that. I also have no memories of any sensory sensitives either.

I'm sure my parents would tell very different stories about those years, though.

My mother has memory problems, so I often remember things differently than she does. She had a dog that she thought was 17 years old, but I knew he was younger than that, and she had him put down because of the health issues he was having.