Yeah that doesn’t jive anymore in the era of smartphones and social media unfortunately.
Parents are overworked in increasing wealth inequality.
School becomes a necessary daycare. Less time with parents, sadly. More time learning bad habits from peers.
Combine with easily access internet access. And if parents are strict they’re accused also of being helicopter parents bubble-wrapping their kids from reality. Connect the dots. Most saying it’s easy aren’t actually parents themselves.
also of being helicopter parents bubble-wrapping their kids from reality.
Thats a serious issue; its not uncommon to see kids who literally don’t know how to interact without their parents because their parents don’t let them socialize without hovering directly over.
While my own parents weren’t helicopter parents in the traditional sense, I was around adults more than most kids much of my childhood and that was both good and bad. For childhood it was harder because my maturity level relative to my peers was much higher. I expected peers to behave like the adults in my life and with reason and maturity and found neither. On the other hand it was an investment into adulthood and I had dodged A LOT of things other people did not.
That’s karma. Feel more clever than those who came before, find new ways to make the same root mistakes, curse the kids for not being grateful, not understanding our real struggles. No wonder kids check out, decide to sell themselves, drugs, some sort of “favors” while giving a fat middle finger to the 'rents and “can’t/don’t” have time for them. I was that kid. So were my parents. And theirs. The parent still in my life is bitter, angry, narcissistic. And after some hard life lessons, I realized how blessed I am. I caught glimpses of their trauma. One day a simple blurted truth and refused to speak of it again. And I suffered the same trauma by their hands. And I understood. Forgave. Loved anyway, from afar, when necessary. And now. Now as the light dims in their eyes, I realize how most actions, beliefs were from their own trauma. I recognize the impossible choices that had to be made. And I am so fucking grateful. Because it was still hard. But just a little bit less worse because of those impossible choices.
And I see your bitterness, probably from some sort of trauma. I wish you healing. Especially if you have kids.
We live what we learn. These are ancestral patterns.
Yeah that doesn’t jive anymore in the era of smartphones and social media unfortunately.
Parents are overworked in increasing wealth inequality.
School becomes a necessary daycare. Less time with parents, sadly. More time learning bad habits from peers.
Combine with easily access internet access. And if parents are strict they’re accused also of being helicopter parents bubble-wrapping their kids from reality. Connect the dots. Most saying it’s easy aren’t actually parents themselves.
Thats a serious issue; its not uncommon to see kids who literally don’t know how to interact without their parents because their parents don’t let them socialize without hovering directly over.
While my own parents weren’t helicopter parents in the traditional sense, I was around adults more than most kids much of my childhood and that was both good and bad. For childhood it was harder because my maturity level relative to my peers was much higher. I expected peers to behave like the adults in my life and with reason and maturity and found neither. On the other hand it was an investment into adulthood and I had dodged A LOT of things other people did not.
Ah yes, I remember in history being taught about the Gaul invasion of Rome being promoted by Gaelic Psyops’ app ChikChok. /s
That’s karma. Feel more clever than those who came before, find new ways to make the same root mistakes, curse the kids for not being grateful, not understanding our real struggles. No wonder kids check out, decide to sell themselves, drugs, some sort of “favors” while giving a fat middle finger to the 'rents and “can’t/don’t” have time for them. I was that kid. So were my parents. And theirs. The parent still in my life is bitter, angry, narcissistic. And after some hard life lessons, I realized how blessed I am. I caught glimpses of their trauma. One day a simple blurted truth and refused to speak of it again. And I suffered the same trauma by their hands. And I understood. Forgave. Loved anyway, from afar, when necessary. And now. Now as the light dims in their eyes, I realize how most actions, beliefs were from their own trauma. I recognize the impossible choices that had to be made. And I am so fucking grateful. Because it was still hard. But just a little bit less worse because of those impossible choices.
And I see your bitterness, probably from some sort of trauma. I wish you healing. Especially if you have kids.
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It’s because a lot of your comments need replies. Maybe consider eating your own ass?
I feel bad for your kids. If they’re fucked up, it’s probably your fault.
Sorry you don’t like replying to you on a public forum. If you don’t like that, don’t post or comment.
Theres having discussion and debate in public
and then theres stalking and trolling
there’s only so many of us on here dude. we all reply to each other a lot.
Yeah and most of those messages actually contain content, not a chatgpt generated multiparagraph thinly veiled insult made to waste my time.
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