I was emotionally neglected throughout my childhood. It's a recent
revelation for me too. I'm middle aged, and am only now able to piece
together the 'how' of why I am the way I am. It's an enlightening
process, like I'm seeing things for the first t...
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I was emotionally neglected throughout my childhood. It's a recent
revelation for me too. I'm middle aged, and am only now able to piece
together the 'how' of why I am the way I am. It's an enlightening
process, like I'm seeing things for the first time. Though I'm having
trouble dealing with all these connections I'm making between my past
and how it has shaped me. There's a lot of amazement, which is why I
used the word 'enlightenment' to describe what I'm finding. But as well
there's sadness over the loss of what I missed out on. I think back to
the child I was, and it makes me cry for him. I wish I could hug him and
just listen to what was on his mind. I have a Son now, and I couldn't
imagine treating him the way I was treated. So when I ask myself why I
was treated the way I was, the emotional reaction I get is resentment
towards my parents. I can't understand why I was treated like furniture
that could be packed up and moved from city to city, school to school,
and told that it would toughen me up. I know that my parents had their
own demons, so much so that I'm surprised they stayed married throughout
all the upheaval and fighting. But even so, I still can't understand why
they thought that I could simply deal with things on my own, rather than
viewing me as a vulnerable child who needed to be cared for. I'm a very
withdrawn personality now, and I think that I must have withdrawn at a
very young age, because I don't remember ever acting out or protesting
their behaviour. I think that I simply accepted that I was an expendable
part of their plans. Regardless, the resentment I'm feeling troubles me
because it's unresolved. My parents are elderly now, and I want to
confront them about my childhood, because I want answers. But I know
that it would hurt them. My Father would react with scepticism and
deflect it somehow, likely assuming CEN isn't a serious issue and that
other people had far worse childhoods (which the latter is true). Or
he'd just get angry and blow his top like he always does. My Mother
would be hurt. She wouldn't know what to say other than that they tried
their best. These predictions make it seem like a hopeless conversation
that wouldn't have any positive outcomes. Has anyone ever confronted
their parents about their own emotional neglect?