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27 Feb 2018, 6:18 am

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I left home on my 15th birthday. The streets were less scary.


:heart: to you Bunnyb

I also left home at 15. I didn't live on the streets but lived in an empty family property abroad which my dad helpfully told me was built on a site where they used to do checks to see if people were witches. It was a fairly sleepless time but by far the most formative time in my life to date. I think moving out so early saved my life.


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23 Mar 2018, 9:47 am

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My parents would always try to 'fix' my ASD by forcing me to conform absolutely to social norms at all times (I'm talking berating me for saying/doing something slightly abnormal at home, however harmless). There have been times when I have cried (as an older teenager) because I had to go home, especially if I had been at a friend's house where the parents were supportive, loving, and starkly in contrast to my parents.

Looking back, I was the same way: I, too, cried when I had to go home from a friend's home, where the parents were usually nicer and kinder, including towards me. I didn't cry as a teenager, but definitely until age 10 or so. My parents would immediately get steaming mad :evil:, while the other kid's parents would try to console me. Of course, I'd get punished at home afterwards, which only added fuel to the fire of me not wanting to go home. At the same time, when my friends came over, my parents were always nicer to them than to me, oftentimes right in front of me.

My explanation for all this was that all parents loved other kids more than their own. And I continued believing it until age 13 or so. I tried talking about it with my therapist. But when she gave me that pitying "oh my god, is he for real!?" look, and kept asking me rhetorical questions about it, I knew I shouldn't have said anything to her. So at the next session, I said: "I'm glad we talked about it last time. I thought it over, and realized I was wrong." She fell for it. I don't know what's worse: her thinking I'm a loser, or her thinking I'm sincere when I was blowing smoke up her rear.

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30 Dec 2020, 6:23 pm

This thread reminded me of what a fool I have been.

I was oblivious to the fact that I had a toxic family, I have to have some accountability for things I omitted to do, for another thread as I am too triggered to go into it now.
Bullied at school, bullied at home, erroneously believed it was all my fault as I had so many, right?
I wanted to stay in our old house at 18 instead of move with my parents, and was told No!! !
I wanted to get a social place but mother told me I didnt have enough points as I was not pregnant.
Dad wouldn't let me get psychiatric help, he thought I was mentally ill, I would have qualified if I went to doctors and told them everything. Still stuck at home.
Drifted from fake friend to fake friend and wanted to leave at 23, no longer cared about buying a property.
Mother told me I needed a bond and it was dead money so at 25 I bought a structurally challenged house and was told not to get it inspected for building defects, which it had.
Spent a month living at parents, house uninhabitable but so what, big row with mum and I slammed the door and told her to pi%% off
Cold night, came home to my own house to a manipulative note and ended up getting taxi back to parents.
Should have stayed, could have easily got a blanket.
In the February when the house was almost done I suddenly decided I couldn't stand it at parents and moved out at 25.
made bad mistake by moving in with them for 2 months while I got new house, should have gone from my old jhouse to new house.
Mum missed bossing me about she said, then told me it was a joke.
Lived in newer house for 6 years then bitter and resentful of them I relocated and am in a crappy flat.
I cut off contact with them but phoned them when really anxious and rekindled, stayed 3 weeks then came back to flat.
had various problems ever since.
Moral of the story, dont get bitter towards abusive parents, politely cut them out of your life, and dont relocate to run away.



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01 Jan 2021, 1:31 am

I would have moved out at the age of 23, but I had a breakdown that year. I had to spend more years living with my parents than I wished. I put on a persona of Englishness to hide my true colours. My dad was always stating the obvious, because he thought I was slow and my mum expected me to have a stiff upper lip at all times, getting angry whenever I'd cry which wasn't very often around her. I made good sure of that.


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01 Jan 2021, 12:32 pm

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I would have moved out at the age of 23, but I had a breakdown that year. I had to spend more years living with my parents than I wished. I put on a persona of Englishness to hide my true colours. My dad was always stating the obvious, because he thought I was slow and my mum expected me to have a stiff upper lip at all times, getting angry whenever I'd cry which wasn't very often around her. I made good sure of that.

That sounds difficult, sorry you had to go through that.



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01 Jan 2021, 2:56 pm

My parents were very loosey goosey. My concern about having a partner is suffering in-laws that act like parents, as if they have some right to have a say in my life.

I had a bad experience with a roommate with a mother who meddle to much in our affairs. That wasn't even a mother-in-law.

I like my freedom too.



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01 Jan 2021, 3:14 pm

I didn’t like “going home,” either.



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01 Jan 2021, 3:19 pm

Actually, I did leave at 21 because I couldn't stand my Mum's mood swings. We were always walking on eggshells around her because you never knew what mood she would be in.

She has sensory issues too, but we could never really work out the triggers. She hated me making soup. I moved out so that I could make soup.

My parents have always supported whatever I wanted to do though. I always had freedom to be myself as long as that didn't produce too much soup smell lol.



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01 Jan 2021, 3:20 pm

What’s wrong with making soup? That makes no sense.

I had to “walk on eggshells” with my mother, too.



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01 Jan 2021, 3:23 pm

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What’s wrong with making soup? That makes no sense.

I had to “walk on eggshells” with my mother, too.


It's too smelly. She can't take overwhelming smells. It's a sensory thing.



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01 Jan 2021, 3:55 pm

Tell her about "Nilodor" You just put about two drops in a room, and it gets rid of all the smell. Magic? No - it's a Nasal Anaesthetic!



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01 Jan 2021, 9:19 pm

I was largely a free-range kid. I would think this is quite common when one or both parents are ND. My daughter tells me an ASD friend gets tracked by her parents through her phone. She goes on a bike ride and they track her down. She is attending college :roll:. My daughter thinks they are being helicopter parents.

I think we need a poll on the parenting style we experienced as kids. It should control for time era and perceived ability to be independent.

Going home was a problem for me none the less. My father was a verbally abusive alcoholic and my ND mother was useless at dealing with that situation.


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01 Jan 2021, 11:05 pm

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I was largely a free-range kid. I would think this is quite common when one or both parents are ND. My daughter tells me an ASD friend gets tracked by her parents through her phone. She goes on a bike ride and they track her down. She is attending college :roll:. My daughter thinks they are being helicopter parents.

I was an anti-free-range kid. My every move was monitored, scrutinized, and "discussed", particularly between ages 11 and 14. (Although possibly, my parents suspected me being a suicide risk, since I always talked about how I hated my life.) I was actually pleasantly surprised when they let me take city buses by myself as an 8th-grade graduation present. (Which wasn't gonna stop me, since I had suicide plans since I was 8.) The new freedom allowed me to visit the museums and zoos in my city any time I wanted, rather than have to beg and plead my parents to take me there. That, and buy cooking wine in local grocery stores, to self-medicate with alcohol.

To this day, even as an old fart at age 37, I often either downplay or outright lie about my whereabouts, when I talk to my family about how I'm doing. Particularly now, with the Corona pLandemic, so they don't worry about me. (I don't fear Corona at all!)



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02 Jan 2021, 12:04 pm

The only part of "home" I liked was my room where I could hide out and read all day.


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02 Jan 2021, 1:30 pm

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The full title should be: "'Not liking going home as a child' or 'Home is where fun comes to die'"

Anyone else simply dislike going home as a child? I remember that when I was growing up, I hated it. My parents were very strict, and were very strongly focused on order and discipline in the home. They perceived any break in the order and discipline as a personal attack, and reacted very angrily. So I quickly started to think of home as a place where fun comes to die. I also think of my future marital home with my wife the same way, only I can keep it from existing by staying single. Because I "know" that living with my wife will mean the same thing.

It didn't matter where I was going home from: my grandparents' house, my friend's birthday party, a playground in a city park, an interesting store, a movie theater, a dinner at my parents' friends, etc. No matter where I was, every time my parents told me it was time to go home, I would have a meltdown. (And got in trouble for it, of course.) I harbored fantasies about living in the streets, so that my fun would never end. I would visit people and places, including my parents' home, then go "home" to the streets where I could do whatever I want. (I planned on sleeping in the park during the summer, and in my town's Amtrak station during the winter.)

Why? Because going home with my parents meant one thing: all fun must cease and desist. More often than not, it was followed by something unpleasant: rules and discipline, a bedtime (which I hated with a passion), or a punishment for some perceived infraction at the "fun" place. My resistance to going home was worst in the evenings, because it meant going to bed afterwards. And bedtime meant two hours of falling asleep, followed by nightmares in my sleep. To add insult to the injury, I was shamed for not falling asleep quickly enough.

The only places where I was fine with going home from, was my school, the swimming pool where I took lessons, and a boring venues like a shoe store. Basically, the places that were "less fun" than home. And even then, I tried stalling tactics, with varying degrees of success. Like, "Do we need to stop at [grocery store] to pick up things?" Or, "Can we walk through [city park with animal sculptures] instead of going on [regular street]?" Basically, anything to delay the dreaded "going home".

I kept resisting like that until I was 11 or so. After that, I got in trouble enough times, that I simply stopped verbalizing it, and simply stewed on the inside. The resistance returned during my college years (I lived at home), when I started staying out as late as possible, or simply drove around aimlessly. Of course, it's not an issue today, when coming home from a fun night out means beer, junk food, and porn. Followed by falling asleep in 15 minutes.

Anyone else felt the same way as a child? That is, not wanting to go home from an enjoyable place.


Yes, yes ,yes! Loosely speaking, your family sounded a lot like mine. And when I finished college and grad school, it was the 2008 financial crisis and I couldn't find a job. I desperately tried to make it on my own while most of my peers moved back home and they couldn't understand why.. with a family like mine, there was no way I was going back.



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04 Jan 2021, 5:17 am

Yeah, I often didn't like going home either as a kid. I wasn't able to go really anywhere but school, or go play outside, so when I came home from school I just spent most of my time in my room or downstairs playing a game while my parents argued. It wasn't that being at school was more "fun" (I hated it because I got harassed by students and teachers lmao), but I liked going outside and getting to actually interact with people.

I also got heavily reprimanded for not acting right in public (I was told I "embarrassed" my parents if I did anything even NT kids do and that they wouldn't let me go outside with them again) and was also yelled at for not sleeping quickly enough (it did take me until 12-2 AM, but I just stayed in bed).

My dad has Asperger's and my mom has ASD traits, so I don't think any of this was from not "getting" me as a kid and more they just didn't want to deal with me since I didn't adjust to things as well as they and my brother did.