SyphonFilter wrote:
When I think about how much my parents have had to pay for my various treatments over the years, I want to cry sometimes. I don't. Instead I bang my head against a wall, on the table, in a pillow when nobody is looking. I have realized that nothing I can do will ever be enough to repay my parents for putting up with... a defect.
You repay them by trying to be what they want you to be, a happy, loving person. Try to be a little demonstrative letting them know that you love them back -- we on the spectrum are bad about that. I think my relationship with my daughter (in her thirties now) has been permanently damaged because I didn't tell her enough while she was growing up that I love her and I'm proud of her. I do, and I am, she objectively a very exceptional woman. But I try to tell her now, and she doesn't believe me.
My own parents didn't have a problem with me as a child, and we didn't know that there was anything wrong. I did become a problem as an adult, but probably less so than most young adult hippies (yuup, that was when I was)
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