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  • #461267
    anita
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    Dear Robi: I’ll reply later ( after the beagles’ play date)

    #461273
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Robi:

    “I feel sorry you’ve been through a similar childhood dynamic to mine. That must’ve been pretty hard.. Trust me – I know”- Thank you.. andI do trust you to know.

    “I realised I haven’t actually ever missed them as a child (except for maybe when I was very young).”- when you were old enough, you knew that they were empty of the qualities that the words “mother” and “father” represent- (consistent, or dependable) affection, positive attention, guidance, patience, respect, validation..So, there was nothing to miss?

    It’s not just that you weren’t happy to go back to living with them- you were sad (but “I always felt sad for having to go back to living with them again.”)- because every time you were away from them you regained a bit of what you lost living with them..

    I’ll continue tonight (not focused).

    Anita

    #461274
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Robi:

    I just reread some of your Feb 2024 original post in this thread. Already there, you used the word “caged” in regard to your childhood.

    Caged living behind a glass door in a guest room that served as your parents’ storage room.

    Caged waiting in their workplace for 7-8 hours, waiting for them to finish work

    Caged in the cabin by the lake, sleeping in the same room with them.

    The title of your thread says “becoming adul”- childhood Trauma robbed the T from becoming adult.

    What caught my eye this evening as I read through your original post is that after she brutally beat you, she cried and apologized.

    Fast forward to last night (your time),

    “I always felt sad for having to go back to living with them again”-

    Always felt sad to.. minimally living with them again, caged physically and psychologically.

    “I’ve been told by them, amongst other similar things.. that I was a bad apple…”-

    It’s a miracle and a testimony of your intelligence and resilience that you survived them at all, putting everything together.

    It’s Not Your Fault, Robi!

    B back 2 u shortly (moving to the computer)

    #461275
    anita
    Participant

    Continued:

    Here it is, in your original post: “I felt alone and caged”, and “I was already blocked and suppressed so I must’ve disconnected from myself” (Feb 18, 2024)

    Oct 2, 2026: “it’s almost shocking to me.. to remember how caged I actually felt every single day.”- shocking now, because you’re unblocking and reconnecting to yourself.. thawing that Freeze response.

    What I just did was to quote your original post and your most recent (2 years and 8 months later), asking Copilot (AI) to analyze them and tell me about the kind of “parenting” you received (I did not at all volunteer my thoughts).

    Copilot: “Looking at both posts together, what strikes me most is not that Robi’s understanding has changed, but that it has deepened. In 2024, he already knew that something was wrong in his childhood.

    He could list the facts: being hit, being threatened with abandonment, having no privacy, spending endless hours waiting at his parents’ workplace, being forced into situations he hated, feeling unseen and disconnected. He understood intellectually that these experiences affected his adult life.

    But in his recent post, he seems to be reaching something more emotional and personal: “I didn’t actually like being with my parents.” That sounds simple, but it is a profound realization for many adult children from troubled homes.

    Most children naturally want closeness with their parents. When that doesn’t happen, children often assume something is wrong with them.

    Instead of concluding: “My home wasn’t emotionally safe,” they conclude: “I’m ungrateful.” “I’m difficult.” “I’m bad.”

    Robi seems to be recognizing that he genuinely did not feel safe, comfortable, or happy around his parents. He didn’t miss going home because home wasn’t a place of comfort for him.

    His parents’ parenting- Reading his descriptions, his parents come across as parents who consistently prioritized their own needs, routines, and comfort over their child’s emotional needs.

    Some examples: They gave him very little privacy. They ignored his repeated requests not to spend months at the lake house. They left him waiting for hours at their workplace. They responded to school difficulties with punishment rather than curiosity. His mother physically abused him. They threatened abandonment. They labeled him negatively (“bad apple”).

    The common thread is that they appeared unable or unwilling to see the world from his perspective. The message he seems to have received was: “You need to adapt to us.” “Your feelings aren’t important.” “Our needs come first.”

    A child can survive that, but it comes at a cost.

    How he adapted- Children usually cannot leave. They adapt. Robi seems to have developed several adaptations:

    * Attention-seeking and clowning- If emotional connection isn’t freely given, a child may learn to perform for attention. He describes creating a persona: “a clown that would do anything for little attention” That sounds less like immaturity and more like a child trying to get noticed.

    * Disconnection from himself- He repeatedly talks about suppressing his feelings. He learned: Don’t complain. Don’t need too much. Don’t be yourself. That often leads to adults who struggle to know what they want.

    * Escapism through computers- The computer became a refuge. Not because he was lazy. Because it offered things he wasn’t getting elsewhere: freedom, privacy, stimulation, control, escape

    * Self-blame- This may be the most important theme in the recent post. Instead of concluding: “My parents were hurting me,” he concluded: “Maybe I’m the problem.”

    When children are dependent on their parents, blaming themselves can feel psychologically safer than recognizing that their caregivers are failing them.

    The sentence that stands out most to me is: “The thing is I somehow forgot how bad things actually were.” I don’t think he literally forgot. I think he normalized it.

    Children adapt to whatever environment they grow up in. What feels shocking to an outsider often feels ordinary to the child living it.

    Now, as an adult, he’s looking at those experiences with fresh eyes and realizing: “Wait… that wasn’t normal.” “That wasn’t okay.” “No wonder I felt trapped.” “No wonder I wanted to escape.” “My body doesn’t lie to me”

    I think this is one of the healthiest insights in the recent post.

    For a long time, he seems to have been asking: “Why do I dislike them?”, “Why am I tense around them?”, “Am I just ungrateful?” Now he’s considering another possibility: “Maybe my reactions make sense.” It means his nervous system may be responding to real experiences that shaped him.

    In simple terms, Robi seems to be moving from: “Something is wrong with me because I don’t feel close to my parents.” to: “Maybe I don’t feel close to my parents because my childhood was painful.”

    That’s a very important shift. It moves the focus away from self-blame and toward a more honest understanding of what he actually lived through. And judging from both posts, that may be the deepest piece of work he is doing right now.”

    Back to me talking: I’m amazed how very, very, very.. very self-centered some parents are (yours, mine)- in their brains (I’m hitting the keyboard hard because I’m angry!) there’s only them, their distress, their inner trouble.. and their child.. simply doesn’t exist. And this, seems to me, what’s so common in the “parenting” I received and that which you received (30 years later)..

    There was no me in her world; there’s no you in their world.

    It’s not at all parenting. It’s emotionally 3-year-old “parents” having no idea what the hell they’re doing.

    😠 😡 😤 🤬 Anita (I’m okay, hope you’re okay too?)

    #461278
    anita
    Participant

    (Obviously not done for this Fri night)..

    I reread through what I wrote to you tonight:

    I wrote, “What caught my eye this evening as I read through your original post is that after she brutally beat you, she cried and apologized.”-

    I figure that for a moment, she knew she was hurting you.. but immediately, she switched to her own hurt. And there she stalled: HER hurt returned to be her Focus…

    A momentary recognition of Robi’s hurt- in her mind- quickly dissipated and was no longer there-

    This sick and sickening self-centeredness.. Nothing you could have ever fixed, or could ever fix.

    I better go to bed.. early, 35 min to midnight.

    Anita

    #461281
    Robi1992
    Participant

    Good morning

    11:17 here. Finished my QiGong, had some home-made bread with butter walnuts and honey, laying in the sun having both breakfast and coffee. I start every day like this.. and it all feels good and nice – until reality knocks on my door reminding me I gotta get my sh*t together. I usually go on Linkedin, search for jobs right after I’ve done my morning routines. For about an hour I feel pretty good – I feel free and relaxed. Eating under the sun with my bare feet grounding in the garden feels so good.

    Now I’ve just read your messages – as I’m digesting the delicious breakfast, I’m digesting the past. It amazes me how much I must’ve normalised my life situation – to the point of almost not remembering. Almost. But my body does. My body does remember. My body also feels things that my mind might’ve normalised. Lately I’ve noticed my digestion not being fine at all.. my stomach acting weird. My body seems to be talking to me.. and.. doesn’t sound very happy. It’s only fair its complaining.
    I know that heavy emotions are tightly connected to the gut, the gut acting as the alarm in this case.

    It’s a miracle and a testimony of your intelligence and resilience that you survived them at all, putting everything together.

    It’s Not Your Fault, Robi!

    Thank you! I did survive them all.. and.. its not my fault. And deep down I knew.. it wasn’t my fault. It’s a hard thing to comprehend..that I’ve actually been through a really difficult childhood… and that I survived them all. I sometimes almost forget I’ve survived anything difficult and think I’ve been lazy and comfy my whole life. But I guess I really wasn’t. Far from it.
    I knew.. always.. that there was something wrong there.. and that it wasn’t my fault. Admitting that to myself.. requires zooming out. I wasn’t able to zoom out for long enough as a child. And even when I did zoom out later on when moved out of my home-town, later to Spain.. It took a long, long time to actually process all that. It took years, years of being away from here, years of removing distractions (computer games / social media / switching to a f*cking Nokia phone from 2003 for 2 years / workouts / yoga / meditation / breathwork etc) to actually be present enough to see that actually.. I’ve been through some tough times.. and I wasn’t lazy and in any way “bad” throughout my childhood. I was suppressed and caged and I had to protect myself. I had to protect what’s mine – what was left of what’s mine. I don’t know how much of myself I actually managed to save. It doesn’t feel like much.. but the roots are there. And where there are roots, there’s hope 🙂 Bumper stickers again :))

    I guess I gotta get the hell out of here..
    Right?

    My job search doesn’t feel that great. I feel as if I’m falling back into procrastination – I’m feeling quite overwhelmed these last few days and I’m less active in my job search. For weeks now me and my parents haven’t really talked much.. We’ve been quite silent. Some attempts on their side have been there.
    ex: talking out loud, in my presence, while I’m making my breakfast – telling each other how they’re going to die soon.. because of this difficult situation I’ve created.. ( meaning me not having a job and not having a retirement plan etc. )
    An attempt to make me feel guilty. Another attempt amongst many other attempts. When my mother had cancer – 20 years ago.. She nearly died then. She blamed me for her illness. She told me she got cancer because of me. My bad grades and disobedience can cause cancer. ( apparently ).

    These days I feel my parents are starting to put less pressure on me, to become more friendly again.. and.. to most people that would be a good thing. But not for me it isn’t. I don’t think I want to be friendly.. I don’t want another manipulation game. Part of me wants to relax.. of course. I’m tired.. and I miss not being so tired. I also miss “being my own person”. And.. by relaxing here and spending quality time with my parents.. I’ll only be postponing that.

    So far.. the café needs someone to commit long term. The courier job is still pending.. the guy was supposed to call me.
    Warsaw didn’t write back either.. no one has yet contacted me.
    And.. there’s one more option which I could take I think but still need more details. This job involves me driving around the country – talking to people who had been victims of car crashes. From what I understand I’m supposed to make some offers to them… to get some sort of insurance money.. not sure exactly what. Thing is.. I’m not sure I want to be constantly surrounded by this particular topic. I also don’t want to set things to people unless it’s my own product in which I believe in. Also this topic of car crashes.. I don’t want to be daily exposed to it. I’ll give it a shot, I’ll talk to them… and see.

    Now.. I’ll play the piano for a bit.
    It’s been a while.
    House is empty.. so I can express myself freely.
    I hope u slept well!
    Robi

    #461294
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Robi:

    Yes, I did sleep well (didn’t notice until you asked 🙂).

    My goodness, Robi- her telling you 20 years ago that she got cancer because of your bad grades and disobedience..

    Did she survive the disease because your grades improved and you became obedient?

    I mean, did she credit you for her surviving it, or just debited you for the disease itself (I think I know the answer, but please feel free to correct me if I’m overly confident).

    How unfair, how cruel, really, it was to blame you!

    Fast forward 20 years, they are talking out loud (so that you can hear them), saying how they’ll die soon because of you..

    Part of me just said: ‘not soon enough’

    I’m not fully supportive of the part that said the above, but I empathize with that part. No wonder it reacted like that. It wants their abuse of you to stop!

    My mother threatened to commit suicide when she was 25. Fast forward SIXTY years, guess who is still alive..?

    Yes, like you said, it’s a “manipulative game”.

    The new job idea- sounds like talking to vulnerable people into buying something. Not presenting to them various options objectively (as a public service). Sounds like sales/ marketing.

    I didn’t respond to everything you wrote and I want to do that by tonight. If you want to respond/ add anything by then, please do.

    Anita

    #461299
    Robi1992
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    Just got back home – watched The Matrix (1999) with some friends. Some movie that is!

    My goodness, Robi- her telling you 20 years ago that she got cancer because of your bad grades and disobedience..

    Did she survive the disease because your grades improved and you became obedient?

    Yeah.. right :))
    I didn’t improve my grades and didn’t become obedient either.. I hated school.. and I guess I hated them too. So no improvements had been made there. I don’t know if hated is the word or not… at times it felt that way.. for sure. Maybe it’s a touch too strong.. but.. yeah.. I actually don’t care if I hated them then.. or if I hate them now. It’s okay.

    As for them blaming me for the way they feel today.. and for all that drama around them dying soon.. That’s also okay. That has nothing to do with me. Nothing at all. I won’t feel guilty no matter what happens because I know all this has nothing to do with me. It just bothers me that these silly games are happening ( still ). Oh well.. no surprise here.

    My mother threatened to commit suicide when she was 25. Fast forward SIXTY years, guess who is still alive..?
    Damn.. that’s quite intense. Were u already around when that happened?

    So much to deal with these days… I guess I gotta get outa here.. I guess I don’t want to keep living here for much longer. I don’t think all this is good for me. I keep thinking about what u said about being born to parents who are closed circuits.
    I think I need to be around different people. For sure.

    You have a nice day ahead!
    Robi

    #461310
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Robi:

    No, no, I wasn’t clear: my mother did not commit suicide. What I meant by “guess who is still alive?”, I meant she is still alive. Those were only threats all along, 20 years of those threats. (She stopped the suicide talk when my sister told her one bright day: “Then do it”)

    About hating your parents, I learned that behind every emotion or emotional state there is a positive message aimed at trying to help us survive or even better, thrive.

    So, I no longer judge myself- or others- for feeling ANYTHING. No such thing as a bad emotion.

    The feeling of hating one’s parents is about trying to protect oneself from parents who are harmful.

    Judging our emotions negatively leads to suppressing them, pushing them down, flattening them (taking away their natural, healthy 3rd dimension), and when that’s done long- term, we get sick.

    We don’t need to follow each emotion with an action, but allowing ourselves to feel- without judgment/ without self- blame- is healthy.

    Talking about healthy, you had walnut butter Fri morning, right? (you said “butter walnut”). I remember when I discovered peanut butter for the first time (I was 19). It was in my 30s, I think, that I discovered there is such a thing as almond, walnut and other nuts butters.

    Talking about nuts, no doubt in my mind that you “gotta get outa here”, I mean there. And that living away from them will not magically make everything better for good, as you’ve learned.

    More later.

    Anita

    #461316
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Robi:

    Exactly 20 minutes before midnight as I’m typing these words. Maybe after midnight when I submit this post.

    I want to say this Saturday night: how deeply I appreciate communicating with you (since 2018).

    How deeply I appreciate you. Your honesty, emotional honesty, telling it just like it is, in your own, original Robi1992 way.

    You are who I wish I was at 34.

    12:22 am: Those “parents”- we owe them absolutely nothing.

    How strange to really, really see them as they’ve always been: strangers.

    Strangers we’ve been stuck with, caged with, for so very, very, very too long.

    Caged- and to no one’s benefit- not even to the cagers’ benefit.

    Yes, “gotta get outa here”.

    For good this time.

    Anita (12:30 am)

    #461317
    Robi1992
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    I know your mother didn’t commit suicide. I meant If u were around when she threatened to kill herself. Now I understand it was something that happened repeatedly. I thought it was a one time thing. Wow.. that must’ve been quite a lot to deal with – especially if it happened periodically.

    As for the butter – It was just cow butter, on a slice of sourdough bread + some walnuts on top. But I do consume a ton of peanut butter as well! Peanut butter, almond butter, cashew butter… love ’em all! I might have a little too much of them actually… I discovered peanut butter when I was 27 or so.. during the pandemic. Then I’ve changed my died and started eating better, started training.. got in good shape.

    Sunday morning here, just got up.. I’ll try to take it easy today, get some sun 🙂
    I hope u’re having a nice weekend! I’ll write later on
    Robi

    #461318
    Robi1992
    Participant

    I like the fact we both submitted our message more or less the same time! :))

    #461319
    anita
    Participant

    I’m having the biggest smile on my face..

    #461320
    Robi1992
    Participant

    Thank you so much Anita!
    I, too, deeply appreciate talking to you and the space you’ve been holding for me with such patience and awareness. And being at ( almost born december 22 ) 34, who you wish you had been.. well.. I’ve never thought I’d hear such compliment.
    I hope we stay in touch – I’m here for you too 🙂
    Sending you a big hug!
    Robi

    #461321
    Robi1992
    Participant

    *almost 34, born december 22

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