Oh come on, I was agreeing with your comment until this totally unnecessary condescension.
Part of being a mature person (which you imply to claim you are) is the knowledge that whatever you know isn’t necessarily special to your experience, and that other people may arrive at it through a different set of experiences. In this case, being proud of someone whom you love and whose well-being you actively contributed to isn’t an exclusive domain of parents or step-parents, but also of teachers and caretakers in orphanages who are capable of fulfilling the role. “Having a kid” isn’t a requirement here.
Not a better person, just happier.
On balance the knowledge is worth it to me.
Not saying I agree with parent that I'd be happier for sure in some ways, but I sure didn't expect so much psychological pain in addition to the hard work of raising kids.
"[...] each time psychology, psychiatry, and psychotherapy have begun to take trauma seriously, it has been shut down by people denying that it’s even a thing, and suggesting that those who are traumatised are making it up or exaggerating its impact. When Freud first published a paper pointing out that most of the people with mental health struggles he was working with had experienced childhood and/or adult sexual abuse and assault, he was ignored and shut down. He went on to shift to a theory that suggested his patients had fantasised those things: they couldn’t possibly actually had happened. This is pretty terrifying now that we know the statistics on the prevalence of abuse and assault."
My new therapist asks 2-3x per session 'but no one raised a fuss with CPS'? What? I was very well treated compared to most kids from my neighbourhood & cohort. I was fed, clothed, and my health was somehow cared for, at least when obviously sick. Sleeping in my own bed in a stable home, a roof over my head. Not to much abuse, at least not everyday. Most of my mates didn't have this luck. The slaps in school by their parents, the pulled hair or ears to obtain compliance, the insults, pushing around, threats of sleeping on the ground or outside, the black eyes, belt scars, the never washed clothes and body, the 'forgotten' breakfasts or dinners, the rotten teeth, the neglected vision problems...
I mean it wasn't Oliver Twist but some of us had it GOOD.
Gimme helicopter parenting and too many activities. The pendulum hasn't swung that much on that side than it had on the other...
Sorry, I hate the 'helicopter parenting' expression.
FWIW I agree about our modern vices. Phones, twitter, HN, everything-gamification...
It doesn't have to be a great perfect day, just two minutes or twenty seconds of a hug with a person who loves and cares for you unconditionally, and you back... It's... powerful. Moving. Like a gift from you to you, and a gift to the world, trying to raise new beaming, can-do, positive-energy to build the world of tomorrow. It sounds silly but I believe the phrase.
Cheers.
- he didn't say that he had biological kids
- the step daughter is his own daughter, they aren't two different things
- he didn't say that if he does have biological kids, that he didn't tear up at their graduation
- he also didn't specify the ages of any of his kids, so there's no reason to assume that any others have graduated
I'm curious as to where those assumptions came from?
Thank you.
There was always an obvious difference in the way she bonded with my mom vs her biological mom. It’s still family, but more like an aunt at best. Despite never saying it, it’s pretty obvious my mother obviously views us differently as well having basically had no say in any of her step daughters formative years.
Well, he said he's an empty nester now. So...
Pretty quick they are YOUR kid. Emotionally, It fills the same.
The biological relationship we have with our children is probably the least significant part of our relationship with them.
I felt the most pride in my life watching my step-daughter get her diploma. I, a masculine man who was taught to bottle it all up and stuff upper lip, cried like a baby.
Those who have kids know. Those who don’t just will never understand.