50 People Are Sharing The Signs That Made Them Realize They Were Raised By Toxic Parents

Don't sweat it too much, you most likely had a toxic person in your life (or still do?) but it doesn't necessarily have to be your parents. This list seems to be about toxic people in general mostly.

Seeing.... is part of the healing process. I relate to many. Have been reviewing childhood to separate wheat from chaff let alone the toxic mold of! It's OK. Why I raised my own to know parent is not perfect.

same umm

If you recognize yourself this way it just means you have more healing to do than most folks.

I know, so weird, right??

Programs can be changed.

Me too. I was just there. I don't even remember my mom talking to me when I was little. Neglect is abuse too.

@Alana Voeks… as a mother of 2 beautiful daughters and a mental health diagnosis myself . I can truly appreciate and respect your bravery! You’re ultimately making the most selfless choice by recognizing that about yourself. I am adopted also so I really feel your comment on more deeper levels than most may be able to understand. I admire you for this! I could write so much more but I am consciously choosing my words. Thank you for sharing this honesty with us! 🙏🏼

i never pictured myself as a mother bc i didn't have a good example of a mother growing up. i was scared and often wondered how can i possibly be a good mother? well, i've been one for 14 years and have two awesome humans beings as children. i love being their mother and they have often told me what a great job i'm doing and thank me for being their mom. however childhood trauma has reared its ugly head in adult relationships. therapy is a great way to work through it and identify why i am the way i am.

Well done! That's really adorable to have recognised that about yourself!

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'... And that's fine.' Trying to convince yourself or the people on the internet?

I totally appreciate your take on the classic tale. I completely understand and agree, because I lived this life from the age of 6 years old. When my family; brother, step-dad, and mother were in the living room visiting with the next door neighbor; father and his 17 year old son. The neighbor's son kept grabbing me, wrestling around, tickling me, and purposefully letting his hands and fingers rub over and into my 6 year old crotch. When I suddenly yelled, "You're not gonna hurt my kitty cat no more!" My step-dad said, "What the hêll did you just say?" So I repeated it using the 17 year old neighbor's name, stating that he wasn't going to hurt my kitty cat no more, when my step-dad yelled at me to get my âss to my room and don't come out. I ran upstairs, slammed my door, and locked it, but my step-dad came flying upstairs behind me, demanding to open the dâmn door now, cussing me for lying, embarrassing him, and slamming my door, but I was frozen in fear. He punched, cont.below

what story was it if you remember? sounds like smth I'd relate to ngl

See, and I, after my stepdaughter (6) had a tantrum about helping clear the breakfast table, was wondering if Cinderella wasn't the story a spoilt former only child told to make her stepmother look worse than she was: helping with the housework in an age-appropriate way just like anyone else was turned into being the slave for everyone, not getting new dresses just for the sake of it turned into wearing rags, tidying up her own mess turned into separating peas and ashes etc., etc. - I love my stepdaughter, but I'm uncomfortably aware of the power the literary voice has on the perception of the people involved. Especially because she has a bio-mom who likes to twist things until they look all bitter and crooked. I hope it won't get worse when SD inadvertently discovers the power of stories...

you are able to think between good and evil, able to walk, see, eat,...us humans we all great but we dont see this difficult task,... ask difficult,...but just to be born already you did a good job, that in reality a better words you arrive, you survive under all expectations we are all incredible, you are incredible

Same here. It is extremely hard to live, knowing that you can't trust anyone in this world. It is not like everyone is lying to you, but it is just hard to let yourself open up and start trusting people.

Either one of two things is true here: 1. You are truly beautiful to them, and they want you to know it. 2. They are telling you they think you're beautiful because they love you deeply, and want you to feel loved and appreciated. I think I'd be happy with either of those situations. 😊

Start giving them compliments. You'll feel different about receiving them in no time.

"We'll always find out when you do something" which means you just lie through your teeth. Having autism makes it hard to look people in the eye, but when I'm lying, that's exactly what I do and my parents still haven't figured it out. And it's the biggest misconception that that's when someone's telling the truth, so no one else ever figures it out either.

We have a great ability to lie and manipulate, but we also have a responsibility to not use it against people, otherwise we're no better than the abusers we learnt it off.

I've always found that twisting the truth works better, and it also makes me feel better.

If you tell the truth it won't be so bad...yeah right

Quite the contrary with me. My parents were mostly just neglecting us, but my maternal uncle was a member of Scientology, and he loved messing with my mind. I don't think I ever did ANYTHING intentionally harmful to others, I was a well-behaved child. In his eyes, I was a monster. I didn't finish my salad and they found half a caterpillar in the bowl after dinner? I must've found the other half on my plate and not warned them and my siblings. Please show me a 7-year-old that doesn't scream "EEEEEEW!" when they find a dead bug in their food. I was ALWAYS the one to blame, but I kept telling the truth. Until that one time he actually got me to say I hated my dad and I wished he would die, and then he turned that around and blamed me for being an ungrateful brat. The worst part is that I got so used to it that I cried my eyes out when they returned me after two weeks during summer break, because AT LEAST I got SOME form of attention there. My mom was PISSED.

I can't lie for sh!t. My adults were so convinced everything I said was false I'm so anxious telling the truth (because it never saved me) that a lie is ridiculously obvious.

Yup :(

Twinsies :(

On behalf of those you can't read, I apologize. Another related matter is a lack of emotions, which can make us hard or impossible to read - you can't read what isn't there.

Twinsies :(