NYTimes story on Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents
NYTimes story on Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents
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This book changed my life and my relationships. I used to tolerate friendships with people who are borderline shitty to me. Eventually I learned that's just what my baseline was.
Reading this book was like discovering Marxism, anti-imperialism, feminism, veganism, etc*. It describes something that was always there, but I lacked the basic analysis to even perceive it. And now that I see it, I can't unsee it.
I definitely don't hate my parents. They weren't evil. They just didn't have the tools to be individual caretakers. Clearly there's a lot of social and cultural problems that led to my parents just being really distant, middle-class aspiring Westoids.
*I'm sorry to even compare the book with left movements. The book is not leftist.