If you knew/know one or both of your parents, what were/are they like? How did/do they spend their time? (part 2)
My mother is extremely anti-social. She's always fighting with neighbors or people in public. Sometimes for valid reasons, sometimes for very, uh, invalid reasons.
While she's never been diagnosed that I'm aware of, I believe her to suffer from an almost severe emotional/mood disorder. And is prone to some magnificently destructive tantrums. Like, you haven't lived until you've witnessed a 5ft petite lady smash half the plates in the kitchen cabinets then put her tiny hand through a double-paned window and beat a 6'5" 300lb biker with a bloody fist.
My mother obsesses over infancy. She's had a lot of pets over the years, even a pot belly pig, and has treated them like cutesy toys, extensions of her amusement, but once the pet matures she distances herself from it and they soon end up missing/discarded/dead. The same goes for how she's treated her children.
i don't know the details, but I do know, for certain, my mother endured some real-ass, horrific shit growing up.
As for my father, I know of/interacted with even less.
On my 9th birthday my mother took me to chino state penitentiary to meet my dad. it wasn't like a big build-up, or, any. That day she put a button on my shirt that said, 'kiss me it's my birthday' and casually mentioned we were going to visit my 'dad'. Up until that point, I had never thought about the concept of a father. They simply didn't exist to me.
The few times I visited him in prison was more of the same, basically I was told to 'go play' for hours until it was time to leave. Remember him being very disappointed in my anxious awkwardness and obesity.
I lived with him for a couple months but not really. I'm guessing our total time spent together, if counted in minutes, would be 660. Give or take 100.
Outside of prison he shot up heroin, impregnated women and committed armed robbery. inside prison, he made art, got tattoos, smoked cigarettes, wrote letters, fucked men and lied a lot. I think that's what all dudes in prison do though.
Almost certain he's dead now. He was much older than my mom.
I spent more time with my grandmother and great uncle than either of my parents. Which was a whole different type of fun.
Sorry if this was too long of a response. Tried to be brief while still elaborating enough to answer the question.
While she's never been diagnosed that I'm aware of, I believe her to suffer from an almost severe emotional/mood disorder. And is prone to some magnificently destructive tantrums. Like, you haven't lived until you've witnessed a 5ft petite lady smash half the plates in the kitchen cabinets then put her tiny hand through a double-paned window and beat a 6'5" 300lb biker with a bloody fist.
My mother obsesses over infancy. She's had a lot of pets over the years, even a pot belly pig, and has treated them like cutesy toys, extensions of her amusement, but once the pet matures she distances herself from it and they soon end up missing/discarded/dead. The same goes for how she's treated her children.
i don't know the details, but I do know, for certain, my mother endured some real-ass, horrific shit growing up.
As for my father, I know of/interacted with even less.
On my 9th birthday my mother took me to chino state penitentiary to meet my dad. it wasn't like a big build-up, or, any. That day she put a button on my shirt that said, 'kiss me it's my birthday' and casually mentioned we were going to visit my 'dad'. Up until that point, I had never thought about the concept of a father. They simply didn't exist to me.
The few times I visited him in prison was more of the same, basically I was told to 'go play' for hours until it was time to leave. Remember him being very disappointed in my anxious awkwardness and obesity.
I lived with him for a couple months but not really. I'm guessing our total time spent together, if counted in minutes, would be 660. Give or take 100.
Outside of prison he shot up heroin, impregnated women and committed armed robbery. inside prison, he made art, got tattoos, smoked cigarettes, wrote letters, fucked men and lied a lot. I think that's what all dudes in prison do though.
Almost certain he's dead now. He was much older than my mom.
I spent more time with my grandmother and great uncle than either of my parents. Which was a whole different type of fun.
Sorry if this was too long of a response. Tried to be brief while still elaborating enough to answer the question.
