Tired of pretending my childhood was normal

All my life whenever people asked me about my childhood I tell them it was fine. My parents were good to me. I had a comfortable home life. I'm tired of pretending.
Calling your kid a failure can't be normal. Throwing empty motor oil bottles at them when they're having a nap can't be normal. Shutting off the power to their room for months after each bad report card; threatening to kick them out of the house after a full Christmas Eve of silent treatment because of a perceived slight; threatening to push them out of their second-story bedroom window because they looked like they were about to laugh at you can't be normal.
And mom, when she was present, at best just sat there and at worst sat there and cried. Obviously that was my fault too. Because I failed Geometry, of course, certainly not because you just banned me from using the downstairs bathroom because you "didn't want any losers pissing in your toilet."
I know not every father and son are best friends, I know some kids get beat or neglected by their parents. I've known one or two of them. I don't compare myself to them, and I wouldn't. And that's why I'll keep telling people it was fine, I was treated well, it was comfortable.
But that shit wasn't normal... right?

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anonymous Home March 09, 2026 at 8:37 pm 0 0