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My parents were about as good as anyone could expect. Both have a number of Aspie traits as well, but I don't think either would qualify for a diagnosis.

My parents did an astonishingly good job, considering that they're both undiagnosed Aspergers.

I think my parents did a decent job... i would not be suprised if my father was on the spectrum... but i dont think hes considered it... he can be a bit of a bad influence... but i spend most of my time doing my own thing anyway so i dont really have to many issues...

My parents aren't bad per say, but they are very ignorant. (For example, my mom thinks she knows more about AS than me because she read one article. I actually have it, and have read countless articles, books, spoken to countless people, etc etc. And that's just the tip of the iceberg) They do pay for water, electricity and stuff, but the way they think they know more about a subject than me, when the level of time and research I've put into it it so mind numbingly higher than theirs is ridiculous. (Honestly, a person who is self taught bilingual, and has done a lot of research on the human mind, and language acquisition is more qualified to argue about learning languages than someone who took a year of French in highschool, then forgot it all) It seems they think age automatically makes them a genius about everything. What the heck!?

Not sure the point of your question.

But my mother was a very toxic person. I suppose she may be on the spectrum, but she behaves more like a full blown narcissist or sociopath.

Father was absentee. He was probably avoiding mom. But that left us kids to her devices.

I like this thread. I so often hear about awful parents I was thinking they were the norm. I conflict with them but they aren't abusive alcoholics or anything and probably have my best interest in mind, even if it were misguided.

My mother is a bad person. She is the kind of controlling person who will only love you if she has complete control over you. If you are not under her control she does not love you. She was the world to me until I understood her game at the early age of 9 years old. She had poisoned me against the rest of my family. I hated the rest of my family, my father, my brother, my sisters, because my mom poisoned me against them. When I noticed nothing was true I stopped hating my family and stopped talkiing to her. After that I was never her favorite again (thank God). I am 39 now and she still treats me like I am a complete stranger to her. Good thing it does not hurt anymore.

My parents tried to raise the autism right out of me. They told me that I shouldn't be talking about my special interests and that I should give them eye contact at all times when I was talking to them. I got lots of spankings which caused me to win fights between my NT peers and myself. I have it in for most men because of the way that my dad treated me. You don't call your kids pests, say that they're annoying, that they're making you very mad, or tell them tat you could care less about their special interests like my dad did to both my sister and I. I feel the need to monitor myself very strictly to make sure that I don't say or do something that could hurt another person, due to my upbringing.

I doubt bad parenting and aspergers are correlated, at least if they have aspergers and not some added retardation.

I think the poll options aren't great. My parents weren't so much bad as just incapable of parenting properly. My mom has schizophrenia and my dad has really bad PTSD and alcoholism. I was doing the shopping and cooking and laundry for myself by the time I was 8.

My sympathies to anyone with less than optimal parents, but both of my parents have been excellent. In the earlier years of my life, my father traveled quite a bit, but now I understand that it was in the interests of myself and the rest of the family.

My father was an alcoholic, my mother may be an Aspergian, but they always did their best to see I was loved and provided for. I can't ask for more than that.

My parents were awesome, and I miss them a lot. They didn't worry too much about my eccentric behaviors, and I suspect nurture, rather than nature, had a lot to do with who I am today (the good parts of who I am today, anyway.)

My dad told me he regretted his work killed a lot of our bonding time when I was younger (I think "Cat's Cradle" gave him a case of the guilts). I never felt deprived, but I always felt bad that I bonded with mom more than I did with dad. I tried to make up the bonding time as an adult. I kind of regret not putting more effort into liking golf.

My mother was a good mother. She taught us respect and wouldn't let us misbehave and act up and if we did, there be a consequence. She treated my brothers and I the same. She also did positive discipline and also worked with me so I be independent by the time I am an adult.

My dad was easy and didn't do much discipline. He hardly said no but it be my brother who ask him for things like candy so he always went to the store with him whenever he had to run there to get his photos developed.

My dad taught us never to say please, thankyou, or to apologize for anything. Ever.
My sister has undiagnosed antisocial personality disorder and constantly manipulated my parents into thinking I'm a liar and abusive her.
My parents were always trying to keep silent because they only got together for sex, and didn't have anything in common.
I think my dad may have aspergers because he doesn't relate to people at all. Although he can imitate people.
I was always trying to start conversations about TV shows and such, but my parents didn't remember watching the shows.
My mom never tried to hide how exasperated she was at having to comfort me when I would get confused and start to cry. She eventually stopped trying at around age 9 because she admittedly only likes small children.
I grew up thinking that I am too expressive and annoying and make up stories and hurt people for fun, none of which is true at all.