I’d give it a -5. I have a chronic autoimmune condition that started very early in my life, and caused me problem after problem.

Trying to tell all the adults around me that something is wrong, and then being yelled at, being told “it’s all in your head” “you’re just looking for attention”, etc… not great.

Not saying that this next part would “excuse” it, but it’d be one thing if it stopped after I was officially diagnosed. It did not. Instead, I was told by my father “You’re using your disease as a crutch, stop”… My mom started to turn around for the most part (there were still exceptions, but other than those cases it got better).

After I moved out, I cut off contact with my father because of the hate I’d get from him. I was hoping that perhaps one day we’d be able to finally turn things around… Last year he died in a very tragic accident. So I guess I’ll never know if amends could have been made or not.

To this day I still claim that I was robbed at the chance of a normal childhood, although what “normal” looks like… I don’t know. I’d rate it lower, but I didn’t get the physical abuse, just the emotional part of it. My brother on the other hand was the exact opposite. Us combined, definitely makes a -10. There were positives and good moments of course, but the bad really outweighs the good when looking back.

-5. I had one parent that was not great, and one that was a doormat. It wasn’t any of the usual suspects, and I would say that parent is eccentric and oblivious more than a bad person, but in the end I think I came out with some trauma.

School was really hard early on (because I’m also weird), while the parental issues grew more severe later on.

I honestly don’t know–because I’m a faulty narrator. I dont know which issues are real, or which are in my head. What’s for certain, though, is I never got the support I needed, and I’m barely accepted as a woman.

2, my parents were cool when i was little. my mom got sick when i was eight y/o. i suffered because of it for a decade.

if it wasn’t for my mum, it would at least be a 4 though :)

or rather, a 6, my dad was pretty cool :D

+5. My parents had a healthy relationship and didn’t divorce until well after I moved out. We were lower middle class, but in the first world that means you have a pretty good life. I’m an autist so social life was a nightmare, and while I didn’t think adults were going to abuse me I did think their authority and institutions were illegitimate which caused some conflict.

I’d say an 8 or a 9, it was a pretty idyllic childhood. Both my parents were pretty great, we only had a few major disagreements/arguments that I can recall. I had a good group of friends and had no trouble getting along with anyone.

We were solidly middle class never had any needs unmet. Didn’t get everything I wanted but certainly didn’t lack either. Generally I felt loved and encouraged, maybe too much but not in a spoiled way. I always had to do chores mow lawn, wash dishes, walk the dog cook once a week as I got older, etc. I had a job senior year of HS to earn spending money but they also paid for half my car (I think 3000 out of 6000). They had saved up some money for college but what would have been enough for 4 years when I was born only covered a year by the time I went to college.

IDK it was pretty good overall. Looking back and at how people turned out I think my parents did a good job compared to a lot of others.

-9. Father was an abusive alcoholic monster who ruined friendships and activities like baseball by fighting with parents early on in life. My mother was/is a workaholic with a tendency to be neglectful of emotions as I got older. I was often left alone to care for my younger brothers. Brothers who left to their own devices became little monsters themselves by falling into drugs and alcohol both before 14.

My childhood ended at 14. I’m 33 now at probably the lowest point of my life. Because, except for my Dad, we still live together. All those years in between 14 and now I learned to cope by reducing myself to nothing. Be quiet. Don’t move. Stay in my room. Don’t be a burden. Unfortunately I’m at two extremes where I feel safest in that reduced state but everything in me wants to leave. Even if it means living in the streets. That’s my trap. That’s how my childhood has me by the throat even now.

It really depends on the reference. 0 today is not the same as 0 was when I grew up. By the standards then, it was probably a 4, but by today’s standards it would be in the negatives, -2or so.

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2, most of what I remember is negative. It was probably better than I remember though. I tend to remember the bad times more than the good. There were some good times though.

Like, between 0 and -8 or -9, mostly trending worse.

The best time of my life is working casual at a servo two or three days a week.

It was certainly mostly negative, but there were hints of spoileriness. I always had the newest Gameboy, but fuck having clean clothes that fit me. I barely talked to my parents after I left their home, at least willingly. My mom passed a few years ago and it put a huge strain on me since there was no one to care for my father, so being a decent human being, I stepped up and tried, but ultimately couldn’t.

He passed earlier this year, and I did what I could to do right by him, even though he didn’t give me the same treatment.

-2

My mom is kinda like the poem “there was a little girl, with a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good she was really good, but when she was bad ^drunk she was horrid.”

My dad was a great guy though.

When it comes to financial stuff, probably a 7/10. I had piano lessons, riding lessons, summer camp, etc. I honestly have a lot of fond memories of all that stuff. When it comes to abuse, probably -7. Lots of physical violence, screaming and yelling, threats to kill my animals, threats to kill me, threats for them to kill themselves, constant criticism about literally everything, and having to walk on eggshells my entire childhood and living in a constant state of extreme stress because I never knew when things would blow up and I would get my ass kicked for something random like not setting the table correctly.