My Hard Young Life. ( Archived) (43)

We didn't get slapped for speaking at the table.(except when interrupting)
One did ran the risk of getting stabbed with knife or fork if one held the cutlery wrong or had an elbow on the table.
A slap with the flat of the bread knife got used for that as well until the day my dad miscalculated and left a nasty scar on one of me sisters hand.
Good table manners were important for my parents...
A tradition I did not keep with my children.
Saying that, my daughter when she was around 5or6 and we were over for our annual visit was staring at me grinning like a Cheshire cat, fork at the ready, with a pleading look 'please daddy may I?' when her granddad next to her had his elbow on the table.
School at a young age was a struggle and not sure if dyslexic had anything to do with it. I do wish they taught differently tho
The culture I grew up in has no such thing as a prom. The concept is alien to me. As for being an ugly duckling, don't think so
Got beat up at school and did beat up at school.
That was well balanced, never saw that as a problem.
People who couldn't keep the balance they had a problem with me.
As in make your point and then enough is enough, cross that line and I wish you good luck
Absolutely flunked my grades and from a certain age bored to death.
Didn't wake at 18.
For certain not a savant, and too average not to fit in.
Young age school was a nightmare and then it became boring as hell.
Something's were rough but all in all a lot of it not much more than first world problems.
There are others who gladly would have swapped places.
It's all relative

My father never laid a hand nor a belt on me or my brothers. If he had, it would have been not only completely out of character, but it would have been an outrageous scandal the family would never have gotten over. No violence, ever, took place in our household outside of the rare marital argument.

Still sore?

You’re about as sharp as a bowling ballSorry to have offended you! Hope no harm done.
Do come back when you find your sense of humour!

ffs you two lovebirds get a room

Memories and how our mind plays selective hide and seek with them.
And how one resurfacing makes another bubble up.
While it is all relative, there is a level where swapping places would be irrelevant.
Death by burning or death by drowning, the end result is the same its cause academic.
It all leaves just one burden, letting the inheritance die with you.
Not much else matters.

I was very lucky with my family (and still am).

Nothing is perfect and if you are young, can't really compare your life to others, and go through puberty, it doesn't necessary feel that way.

Looking back - we were some of the lucky ones.

I agree.

I presumed that everybody had the same kind of upbringing and childhood as me.
It is only as you get older that you realise not everybody was that lucky.

Yes.

It also has an impact on how to have healthy relationships as an adult (with others and yourself).

Sorry to hear that.

It is terrible when childhoods aren't as happy as they could be.
People carry the trauma of it into adulthood and it affects all areas of their life.

I had an ex who had a loveless abusive childhood. It never left him. .

PTSD is a terrible thing.
I hope you find some way of finding the peace you deserve.

Family should be a safe haven. Hope you'll find yours M4.