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My boomer mother was beaten to the point of hospitalization regularly and had her bones broken and cigarettes put out on her by her hateful mother who wanted a son. Of the five children my grandmother birthed she only beat my mother (the eldest) this way. They lived on a military base in okinawa and my mother was made to do the cinderella work and raise the siblings her whole childhood. Bipolar Grandma took her own life when mom was 12.
My boomer father's autistic father didn't give a rats ass for him, just wanted to work on his radios. When pressed my father couldn't think of a single kind act his father ever performed. He could disassemble and reassemble a tube television or radio blindfolded though! My father's elder brother took out his own frustration over this situation on my father so he was constantly being physically abused by his larger stronger brother and the parents didn't try to stop it.
I inherited the bipolar disorder and the autism and some ADHD to boot. Not to mention being trans. My parents never forgave me for 'bucking the system' and not conforming. They had to suffer, it's all they were taught, so I had to suffer.
So that's why my boomer parents hated me. They were afraid i was going to fail at life because i couldn't fit into the patterns that they were forced into. They saw my neurodivergence as a moral failure, that i was choosing not to overcome.
I ran away at 16. i go to therapy. I did not pass this trauma on to my children the way it was gifted to me, through physical and psychological pain and torture.
My God, that's so tragic. I'm so sorry that happened to her.
That's a sad family story, Comrade. I hope you're doing better now, feel supported, and have love for yourself.
I consider myself fortunate, I do have support and love and plenty of food on the table! I used to really hate my parents but through therapy I have come to understand that they were victims themselves. I call it therapy privilege! I sure wish they would go so we could talk again but i'm happy to have broken the cycle of violence anyway.