And you undoubtedly fail to see why these statements are contradictory to those huge numbers of people who have had transformational experiences after the age of 25. Unless you are calling all of us mentally ill.
I have no patience for parents who try to pressure others into becoming parents. I also find it annoying for people to say “you can’t understand because you’re not a parent” but if it is in response to your claim denying their reality, then I have to admit some sympathy for their frustration.
I have a feeling that attempting to engage you in an actual discussion rather than simply shouting across the back fence would be futile.
I have to think that you’re not actually reading my posts.
People who torture children are not transformed by having children until they just get better at it. Full. Stop. How hard is that to understand? You simply cannot project your experience on everyone else.
One healing moment for me was after my children reached the ages of my memories and I could look back at my parents’ behavior. Holy shit. They were always painful memories, but looking back as a father, it was absolutely insane.
One of the worst beating I ever endured, one where I was repeatedly kicked, shaken, and thrown against the wall and couch, – which required medical care afterwards – was because I gave my father the wrong sized spoon for breakfast. As a six-year-old boy. A fucking spoon.
We always had eggs for breakfast on Saturday mornings. My turn to set the table and after I had set it with plates and silverware, my mother said we were having cereal. OK pick up the plates, put on dishes and pick up the unnecessary knives and forks. My father had thousands of weird rules, and one was that only boys 12 and older and men could eat cereal with table spoons; everyone else had to eat with smaller teaspoons.
So I should have given him a tablespoon instead of a teaspoon. And I forgot. And could have died has my head hit the wall at a different angle, as was pointed out by one therapist (who worked with monsters in prison and was very familiar with the type).
So, can you point out the transformation he had? Before he had kids, he only fantasied about being able to beat the shit out of people but after he had us he could actually do it? Help me out, you seem to be sure there was some good.
Another incident was when he woke me up in the middle of the night screaming at me, asking why I had been in his room. I hadn’t of course, but try to tell that to an insane man.
So, I got beaten up, pick out of bed by my hair and shaken until I could make up a good enough story for him so he’d let me sleep.
Let’s see that quote again.
Weren’t that wealthy. OK, what transformation would you expect?
You don’t understand. We weren’t all born with good parents. There is a lot of ugliness out there. You cannot take your pretty little world with green grass and white fences and project it on those of us who grew up in hell.
I could go on all day. About the time when for some reason my older brother thought that it would be a good idea to wax the car for my father. So we did. And the next day, my father beat me until I removed very bit of missed wax from the grill and hubcaps. Transformation my ass.