My biological father was an alcoholic. He abused me physically and mentally. I have ptsd from the abuse and from various other relationships. I have a fear and uneasiness around all men as a result.

I've sent you a private message . Keep strong.

When a parent says and or does negative things that are hateful and unloving, it's their problem, not yours.

As a child, we look up to the parent for guidance, hope, courage, and love. When they are lacking in these areas, it becomes resilience that child learns.

Best wishes as you find your better balance in this difficult life long situation.

My mom was an addict and what I call a fake Christian. Out in the the streets everything was hallelujah, amen, and praise Jesus...but behind closed doors she popped Vicodin, Percocets, OxyContin, etc...but hey, she was off heroin though *rolls eyes to the extreme*. She loved embarrassing me any chance she got. She was a rather large woman...about 350 lbs. and only about 5’1 max. I’ve been rather small most of my life and she couldn’t stand that. One day when I was 13, she told me she was going to trim the dead ends off my hair...my hair has always gone down my back...she literally cut off all of my hair up to the bottom of my ears, the right side was longer than the left side...it literally looked like a lawnmower ran over my head, and she sent me to school like that the next day. To put the cherry on top, she took me in the bathroom and placed me in front of the mirror and asked me if I liked the haircut. I immediately started crying my eyes out and told her I hated it and why did she lie saying she was just going to trim my dead ends...she grounded me for a month for saying that to her. She also used to tell my sexual business to the neighbors on our street...yeah she was a real card. She also stayed in the room during my first “woman’s” exam...which is very very weird to me. I could really tell some truly messed up stories about her but there’s not enough time in the day. She’s been dead since I was 16, so I’ve had therapy and time to get over her bs and move on.

My mom had anxiety and depression so it was hard for her and us. My dad was a good provider but not warm and fuzzy. I believe that when you are young the care And structure you receive is Pretty important. I think it affected me adversely and i am dealing with issues To this day. I try to live in the present as much as possible and am thankful for all the help ive received.