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NambaSutra
Student
- Mar 25, 2023
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To start with I'm 48 years old and my childhood happened before the internet. When I actually was a child, I thought life was ok. My parents had a middle class life. They took me on lots of trips. My dad was smart and snobby and so was I. I went to a good school and got a good degree and a good first job. I did know I was "different" and not very popular and didn't have many friends, but I had a few.
I had my first major diagnosable depression as a young adult and things have been going downhill ever since. But since this post is about childhood I'll cut it short.
When I look back at my childhood as an adult I see all kinds of problems with myself and my parents. But not the usual stuff. They didn't beat me or abuse me. They probably made me feel I was too special which doesn't work when you're an adult.
I had my first major diagnosable depression as a young adult and things have been going downhill ever since. But since this post is about childhood I'll cut it short.
When I look back at my childhood as an adult I see all kinds of problems with myself and my parents. But not the usual stuff. They didn't beat me or abuse me. They probably made me feel I was too special which doesn't work when you're an adult.