Early childhood - cons:
- often helicopter parenting
- pushing me into psychiatric care where treatments like Attachment Therapy were performed (not their fault, this was the gold standard for Autists back then)
- never helping me while I was bullied in school (twelve years in total, but what can you really do if 9/10 children find bullying funny and authority of teachers in schools is a joke? - I don't blame them in the slightest, they are both NT and had no idea)
- often cried because they couldn't have a normal child, didn't allow me to follow many of my interests in a hope to "cure me"/"set me on the right path" (they thought that my reptile obsession was a phase, but I never got over it)
- complained about my lack of friendships despite saying that every friend I got was a piece of shit (sometimes while they heard it)
- often was disciplined both verbally/physically - which was a necessity because I often misbehaved, often deserved it (I was a cunt as a child/as a teenager very often)
- call me "retard" because I am motorically not gifted/slower than others in my reactions and cannot help in the same way as a normal man could (not really something bad either, because I then insult them back or say "Do it on your own")
- constantly crying due to grades (a B was already a personal insult towards my mother, a C meant months of shitty mood towards me/loss of computer or spare time privileges, this relationships with grades is probably the only "flaw" that I see in them nowadays, their definitions of what's good/bad grades never changed - from elementary school to uni)
- having a dysfunctional wider family full of competition between the members and drama for nothing
- a few incidents of extreme anger
"-" - pros:
- taught me where/when to perform your duty, which helped me in studies/work later in life
- often went with me into the mountains/woods which are my favorite place in life, without that love my life would be a lot worse, this was the only thing that ever brought me joy
- often brought nice things for me, didn't succumb to hunger/drought/any illness, treated me nice and furthered me the best according to their abilities, they are the most wonderful people on earth, but piece of shit therapists and teachers mostly put them under constant stress which resulted in the shit above (because fifteen years back then inclusion or other shit for autists didn't even remotely exist, schools didn't want Autists in them - both teachers and parents of other kids and they constantly harassed my parents who never wanted anything but a normal life for me despite the physical/mental problems thrown at me), if you constantly put terror on people you cannot expect good behavior
I blame only society, particularly psychiatrists/teachers/other people, not my parents, now without all these stressors they are nice/reasonable individuals by large (albeit flawed like everyone including myself) and leave me unbothered if I do everything in a sufficient manner. I am also not a perfect son, so why should I expect perfect parents.