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mine are about a two or three both. they're pretty good specially since I do school at home so I get about 3 or four hours a day with the house to myself so that helps alot.

I'd say a 3 for both. The most annoying thing they do is that they sometimes forget that even though I'm Aspie, I have an above average intellegence, and know more about things than they give me credit for.

I refuse to 'judge' my parents by giving them a rating. I will say things are generally hard.

I don't believe that if they knew I was an Aspie, that things would get easier. Nor would things get easier if they knew AS was the reason I appeared to have problems.

The idea of me having AS is something I'd be reluctant to tell them about, which says something. I think they would certainly think I was merely looking for sympathy, or using AS as a 'crutch'.

My dad gets a 1. Maybe 0. He rocks my socks and is always there for me, even when I've gone nutty.
My mother, though, has earned herself a 15. With enough unattended emotional problems to sink an aircraft carrier, she projects most of her rubbish onto her kids - me and my little sister.
Right now I'm living in her house again, between apartments, and it's hell. If she's not self absorbed and whinging about her own issues and making us feel guilty about them, she's yelling or laying random guilt trips on us. I wish she'd never had children, she's just not fit.

I could and would not rate parents. I feel even the rpofessioanls don't undertand me 100%. They did start off ok but went awal. Assertiveness is issue. 5 hospital visits 5 different docs and on scale of 1 to 100 I moved forward one digit. feels like that.

Annoying isn't really the right word for my parents. They had their own problems....they had the most vitreolic arguments and I spend a lot of my childhood feeling that they were going to separate. Mum once tried to make me choose which parent I could keep, Dad once left, and told me he was never coming back when Mum sent me to go and find him and ask him if he'd left for good. When he did return a couple of days later, nobody explained anything to me, they just papered over the cracks and tried to carry on as if it had been a bad dream, until it erupted again. As soon as I had my own social stuff working, I turned my back on them emotionally, because I couldn't stand to watch them tearing each other to pieces any more. I remember the day it happened, they started bickering and I just walked off and didn't give a damn any more.

None of it was intentional - nobody in their right mind could have wanted those hystrionics. They had some bad personality problems and issues, and absolutely no help from social services, because they just didn't think in those terms. But they've been punished enough. I became more cordial with them again once I was more mature, but I think they sensed what I did, broken bonds that weren't going to be fixed. Talking deeply to them (particularly to my father, for some reason), reassuring them that I cared about them, even sharing a joke had become things I just didn't want to do with them.

It's left me with some deep rooted insecurities (according to standard psychology) which are probably responsible for a lot of my relationship problems......I've always failed in those.