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I’m probably younger than you. Had a severely fucked up childhood. I can say I’m not afraid of much because I was locked in a dark unfinished basement for multiple days well my mom had “friends” over.
Do I want to do that to my kids? Fuck no. Sure it would be easier to scare the shit out of them until you’re so scared and hopeless you just give up those feelings. But there are gradual and healthier ways to deal with a child’s fear of the unknown that don’t make them unable to connect with other people on an emotional level.
I have many more examples, but the point is I have been abused and left to take care of myself. It did build independence. But I also spent most of my life even into adulthood trying to destroy myself and everything around me because I took that darkness in. I can recognize the cost was not worth it.
I don’t even have kids because, without getting into details, I will not risk [the shit that happened to me] [happening to them]. We’ve managed to spare my nieces and nephews most of the worst of it. I’ve got some pretty big successes in life but none are as big as that.
Everything i said I experienced in this thread is true.
I deal with it by using dark sarcastic humor, just like in this thread.
But no, i am not advocating torturing children.
On the other hand, the current generation is so sensitive, and so fragile. i don’t think 30 years of helicopter mom’s created people capable of dealing with the brutality of adulthood.
So they just withdraw into addiction, drug, gaming, alcohol…. what ever. I don’t have a solution, but i don’t think the fragile hyper sensitive political correctness is the solution either.
Can’t take the younger generations calling yours out for being too weak to stand up to the bullshit that beat you down while they fight against it to be who they really are.
I’m probably younger than you. Had a severely fucked up childhood. I can say I’m not afraid of much because I was locked in a dark unfinished basement for multiple days well my mom had “friends” over.
Do I want to do that to my kids? Fuck no. Sure it would be easier to scare the shit out of them until you’re so scared and hopeless you just give up those feelings. But there are gradual and healthier ways to deal with a child’s fear of the unknown that don’t make them unable to connect with other people on an emotional level.
I have many more examples, but the point is I have been abused and left to take care of myself. It did build independence. But I also spent most of my life even into adulthood trying to destroy myself and everything around me because I took that darkness in. I can recognize the cost was not worth it.
I don’t even have kids because, without getting into details, I will not risk [the shit that happened to me] [happening to them]. We’ve managed to spare my nieces and nephews most of the worst of it. I’ve got some pretty big successes in life but none are as big as that.
Everything i said I experienced in this thread is true.
I deal with it by using dark sarcastic humor, just like in this thread.
But no, i am not advocating torturing children.
On the other hand, the current generation is so sensitive, and so fragile. i don’t think 30 years of helicopter mom’s created people capable of dealing with the brutality of adulthood.
So they just withdraw into addiction, drug, gaming, alcohol…. what ever. I don’t have a solution, but i don’t think the fragile hyper sensitive political correctness is the solution either.
I see a generation that was handed a shitty position to start from and they are still here, still pushing, still existing. Still demanding better.
Punching down on the generations that are younger than yours is a tired trope.
Like i said. Overly sensitive.
You sure are.
Can’t take the younger generations calling yours out for being too weak to stand up to the bullshit that beat you down while they fight against it to be who they really are.
Overly callous.