becky77
06-10-2014, 12:18 PM
I have been chatting to someone via PM and it made me think of this question. I'm going to try avoid a long winded thread but must do a little back story first, I will have missed loads out but can only give a taster.
I had a real bad time growing up, my Dad left my Mum for her best friend and my Mum fell to pieces, for well over a year she just cried and my eldest brother had to go to neighbours to get food to feed us and take my youngest brother around to change his nappy. Eventually my Dad came back and only because he realised his children were being neglected. He was bitter for ever on and he took a particular grudge on me, now at this time unknown to me I was also suffering other issues that made me really struggle to find friends apart from a girl who I was swiftly stopped from seeing as I naturally played dress up and played with girls toys with her. Shortly after this I must have buried those feelings and for my young adult life believed anything I liked that was feminine made me a freak. So for various reasons I was really struggling and basically went into myself, teachers just left me as a problem child and it wasn't till a hippy like teacher saw something within me did I first learn to read and write (I was 11 and just about to go to senior school) too little too late. I was sent to a large school and even though they knew the school would be bad for me as my older brother was already there (and failing miserably) but it was easier and lazy for them to continue and send us there.
I got picked on from early on and spent the next five years in constant fights, I was non confrontational but had a bad temper and it was easy to keep picking on the weird scrapping kid. I had only one friend and could not get on with other boys and that friend turned on me too.
My mum didn't want to hear it, she was too wrapped up in her own world of misery and would just cry at the end of my bed on a regualr basis and rather than my father defending me he treated me in the same manner as the boys at school. I didn't like sports and didnt like getting cold or wet so to him I was just a pathetic weakling, which was also how my uncle treated me "Go play with your Aunt and you can go do 'womans stuff' in the kitchen" one of many regular sneering put downs as he idolised my eldest brother.
My teenage years were aweful and I dreaded school every day I was there, after puberty I started to hate anything masculine about myself (didn't know why and never realised it was because they were masculine features) I just hated myself. My Dad would make this worse by taking the piss out of these insecurities, my Mum, just worried about her own issues. My Grandad didn't even look at us, My Gran went slowly mad in our spare room.
So I feel I can say they were not good parents! I was a truly disturbed child suffering inside and it showed on the outside, socially and academically yet they did nothing.
Roll on many years and I have come out to them and they have been amazing, fully supportive and things are better than they have ever been.
I get on well with my Dad now and i'm often out and about with my Mum.
But..... first they have taken my gender issues as almost an excuse, that's how I was so any problems in childhood can now all be blamed on that! Second, recently a close friend of mine posted a video about good parenting and it was about parents whos little girl wanted to be a boy, it goes through how the parents dealt with this and how they now speak on behalf of transgender children. The video was put on by my friend as way of showing me and his friends it is a subject he believes in (a subtle confirmation of his support).
I told my Mum what he had done and that it was called 'Good parenting' and she smiled and pointed to herself in a self congratulatory manner. It was like a stab in my heart it really hurt and I can't say why. Yes she has been wonderful since but it doesn't cancel out how she was as a mother to me growing up (there is so much more to say but hopefully you get the idea)
Am I being ridiculous? How do I get past this? And in light of how many people have had difficulty with acceptance from their family should I just be delighted with what I have and bury the past?
I had a real bad time growing up, my Dad left my Mum for her best friend and my Mum fell to pieces, for well over a year she just cried and my eldest brother had to go to neighbours to get food to feed us and take my youngest brother around to change his nappy. Eventually my Dad came back and only because he realised his children were being neglected. He was bitter for ever on and he took a particular grudge on me, now at this time unknown to me I was also suffering other issues that made me really struggle to find friends apart from a girl who I was swiftly stopped from seeing as I naturally played dress up and played with girls toys with her. Shortly after this I must have buried those feelings and for my young adult life believed anything I liked that was feminine made me a freak. So for various reasons I was really struggling and basically went into myself, teachers just left me as a problem child and it wasn't till a hippy like teacher saw something within me did I first learn to read and write (I was 11 and just about to go to senior school) too little too late. I was sent to a large school and even though they knew the school would be bad for me as my older brother was already there (and failing miserably) but it was easier and lazy for them to continue and send us there.
I got picked on from early on and spent the next five years in constant fights, I was non confrontational but had a bad temper and it was easy to keep picking on the weird scrapping kid. I had only one friend and could not get on with other boys and that friend turned on me too.
My mum didn't want to hear it, she was too wrapped up in her own world of misery and would just cry at the end of my bed on a regualr basis and rather than my father defending me he treated me in the same manner as the boys at school. I didn't like sports and didnt like getting cold or wet so to him I was just a pathetic weakling, which was also how my uncle treated me "Go play with your Aunt and you can go do 'womans stuff' in the kitchen" one of many regular sneering put downs as he idolised my eldest brother.
My teenage years were aweful and I dreaded school every day I was there, after puberty I started to hate anything masculine about myself (didn't know why and never realised it was because they were masculine features) I just hated myself. My Dad would make this worse by taking the piss out of these insecurities, my Mum, just worried about her own issues. My Grandad didn't even look at us, My Gran went slowly mad in our spare room.
So I feel I can say they were not good parents! I was a truly disturbed child suffering inside and it showed on the outside, socially and academically yet they did nothing.
Roll on many years and I have come out to them and they have been amazing, fully supportive and things are better than they have ever been.
I get on well with my Dad now and i'm often out and about with my Mum.
But..... first they have taken my gender issues as almost an excuse, that's how I was so any problems in childhood can now all be blamed on that! Second, recently a close friend of mine posted a video about good parenting and it was about parents whos little girl wanted to be a boy, it goes through how the parents dealt with this and how they now speak on behalf of transgender children. The video was put on by my friend as way of showing me and his friends it is a subject he believes in (a subtle confirmation of his support).
I told my Mum what he had done and that it was called 'Good parenting' and she smiled and pointed to herself in a self congratulatory manner. It was like a stab in my heart it really hurt and I can't say why. Yes she has been wonderful since but it doesn't cancel out how she was as a mother to me growing up (there is so much more to say but hopefully you get the idea)
Am I being ridiculous? How do I get past this? And in light of how many people have had difficulty with acceptance from their family should I just be delighted with what I have and bury the past?