do you hate your parents?

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do you hate your parents?

No, I love my parents. I would not be alive if it weren't for them and they gave me all the tools to become a functioning member of society. If it weren't for the guidance I would not be alive right now, or deeply unhappy. Lesser parents would not have invested so much time and effort into me. And they continue to do so, until this very day.

When I was bullied, they taught me how to handle things. They taught me how to stand up for myself, how to have pride and dignity. They taught me it's okay to be unique, to be original. That there is real value in thinking out of the box, and that rather then envy those who are different I should take pride in who I am.

They taught me to be strong and not to be weak. They put pressure on me sometimes, pushed me sometimes, but had they not I would never have amounted to anything. They were strict at times, lenient at other times. But throughout it all, they were my parents. And never have I felt for even a second that they didn't love me. So I could never and never will hate them.

I do not hate my parents nor do I love them. I feel loyalty to them and nothing else.

So for you that's a good thing. For me it's not. Being alive is to be in hell. Really grateful for them having put me into this miserable existence...

No, I hate my parents, and I'm f*g proud of it, and I'm never ever gonna be so f*g stupid as to have children.


Arthur Schopenhauer

Gospel of Thomas

Well, I don't hate any of them. I have my biological parents, and also two step parents. Out of all of them, the only one that I really feel like I love is my mom.

My step dad needs some kind of professional help, he gets extremely paranoid, angry, and cruel for no reason. He isn't physically violent but he doesn't have many other lines he wouldn't cross, and he is very controlling. So I don't feel much for him.

My step mom wasn't usually very outwardly angry, but she'd say some mean things to me quite often. I always got the impression she didn't like me, or my mom, which offended me because she doesn't even know my mom to begin with.

My dad I have mixed feelings about. On the one hand, he did always seem to want the best for me. But he wasn't very understanding of my struggles, nor did he really do much about my step mom being mean, even if I asked him to. If I did he would tell me she was more important to him than I was; so if I kept annoying her like this then he had no problem kicking me out, as I was supposedly the only source of the conflict.

My mom is the only one who's ever been understanding of my struggles. Not surprisingly she is the only one who raised me during most of my childhood, so she knew that I was different and had problems normal kids didn't have, despite not knowing it was autism until recently. Of course, none of the other parents will have this "excuse", I am totally normal just like everyone else just because I learned to cope for a while.

That's one way to look at it. You are as miserable as you choose to be, it's a matter of perception and it's up to you to make something of yourself and improve your living conditions. I do not know how your parents raised you but to hate them for having you seems a bit excessive to say the least.



Having children isn't "stupid", and neither is not having them. It's a personal choice that every single human being is entitled to make. Some do well, some less so, but at the end of the day it is a universal human right. I also do not understand how you can be proud of your hate. Hatred is nothing to be proud of, really. It's a sad emotion that devours the soul and embitters you.



I never knew Jesus said that. How silly of Him. As far as Schopenhauer goes, he's a miserable pessimistic bastard IMO and I pity him for having been such a negative sour douche about life, humanity and the world. He's not one to admire, for me.

Being almost 60 - I have come to forgive my parents for their less than adequate parenting. Besides my mother died 17 years ago and my father died 26 years ago. My father was a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic and although never diagnosed with anything my mother probably has some form of autism. Neither of them had the slightest clue of what parents were supposed to do. Neither of them had any idea of their responsibilities. Neither of them had the slightest interest in trying to understand a high strung nervous child like me. I received no emotional refuge from them whatsoever - in fact quite the opposite. However I did eventually become friends with my mother but only when I reached my late teens. I have to accept the reality that for all the problems that I had as a very troubled child - my parents were much more troubled than me. So, in that sense - it was not entirely their fault that they were lousy parents. They were simply in more pain than I was and had problems greater than my own.

If I hadn't read in your profile that you are diagnosed with asperger I would have thought you had neurotypical disorder.

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I don't know if I should be insulted or not... but thank you for your lovely one sentence off-topic reply to my comment, I guess?

This may sound a little silly, but I don't feel like I have the right to hate my parents.

I mean, it's not like I'd be here if I was someone else's kid; although they certainly had their issues, I feel like they do actually care. Loyalty was sort of engrained into my siblings and I, my brother being the exception. He just doesn't really care, and he's got reason for that too.

I hated what my parents did to my older siblings, but they didn't do anything close to the severity to me. I've had my opinion belittled on the fact that I have autism/Asperger's by my mother. I've been the butt of some pretty screwed up jokes. However, I wasn't physically abused like my brother nor was I responsible for my mother's mental health like my sister. I took a little of the latter when my sister left for California, but I think my mom keeps most of that to herself.

The only animosity I really have is against my mother, and that's because she talks about my condition and me like I'm far lower-functioning than I am, and puts herself on a pedestal around her friends for "saving me". I'm not going to lie, I had to get a lot of therapy to get to the point that I am now. I don't feel like that entitles her to use me as a way of getting attention, you know?

So, eh. My dad and I get along pretty well. I have a hit-or-miss relationship with my mother. Par for the course, I think. ^^

I lobe my mother very much, she has always been the most important person in my life. She has always been there for me and she has always done her very best for me.

I have a more problematic relation with my father but I don't hate him.

Wow, I thought it was more common among aspies to hate your parents. I really am extra blessed.

It depends entirely on how your parents dealt with your autism. Did they treat you badly, ridicule you, insult you or treat you like you were a ret*d? Chances are you will resent them, even hate them. And rightfully so. But if they always tried their best for you and love you, and tried to help you, one can't really hate them. Sometimes 'your best' isn't good enough. Sometimes parents fail at parenting, and children suffer. But more often then not, there's no malicious intent.

You hate your parents because they were probably awful to you. But that doesn't mean others necessarily had the same misfortune. Hating your parents isn't common among people with AS; it's mostly common among angsty, edgy teenagers, angry at the world and taking out their anger at all figures of authority. Saying stuff like "I hate my parents!" without elaborating further only makes you seem like an angry, misunderstood teenager and makes it hard to take you seriously.

I love my parents to bits.

You sound like you hate your life right now this is a red flag for depression.

Many people suffer from depression during their lives.

I can tell you one thing depression does pass.

I know trust me.

nah, I've been depressed pretty much all my life