KimD wrote:
I'm really sorry you've had such a hard time, Aspie1, but I find it incredibly offensive to argue against older parents and people like that and even suggest that your experience is in any way universal, when there are many people here who might take you word-for-word.
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Moreover, I'm 54 now and in no way find or make my life as dismal as you suggest. I hope yours gets much better.
I get that age isn't the be-all and end-all. But my older sister's quality of life as a child, who my parents had at age 28, was much better than my own. Younger parents still have vestiges of their fun-loving youth, despite taking on the 24/7 responsibilities of childrearing, and thus are better equipped to provide a fun, enjoyable life to their children.
I also realize that culture/ethnicity plays a role too. As a member myself, I'm legally allowed to say it: fun-loving-ness is NOT my culture's strong suit. Many holidays revolve around past tragedies, religious restrictions on life's pleasures/comforts are too many to count, and even the joyous holidays dictate that joy must be tempered with mild reminders of sorrow. (The reverse is true too, but meh.) Interestingly, my ethnicity has one of the highest depression rates in the US, and I take Effexor 75 today.
In other words, it's the polarized opposite of the Spanish and the Italians. Which partially explains why my parents weren't keen on me enjoying my life "too much" as a child. Which also explains why I was swigging vodka in railroad underpasses at 33, a stupid but fun thing the college kids usually do. (Today, I matured slightly, and swig vodka, now mixed into Sprite or fruit juice, inside trains
on top of railroad underpasses.

)
I hope I come back as a Spanish baby in the next life (assuming reincarnation exists), considering how I can speak Spanish now. Then I'll drink sips of wine at dinner, go to bed at 11:00 PM on weekdays, throw tomatoes at strangers once a year, and watch crazy people run from bulls. If that's not fun, then my name is Kamala Harris.