Do any of you have crazy parents?

The question is whether you still speak to them or not.

You forgot drunk parents

My mother was schizoaffective and acted out horribly even when medicated. My childhood was total chaos, which is one reason I refuse to engage trolls on this site. When she was dying of cancer, a cousin reached out to me on myspace and told me my family was trying to find me. I ended up being with her when she died after not having seen her in several years. Once my grandmother died, I had broken with my family for several years until that cousin reached out to me. I had to for my own sanity.

R3, how was she at the end? Still nuts?

r4 Yes, was still delusional and ranting nonsensical and hateful crap about me and other family members. Just a toxic person throughout her life. I think if she'd not been so sick, she still would have been a very nasty woman.

I believe my mother has narcissistic personality disorder, but she's never been diagnosed. Her father was a bipolar alcoholic who spent 25 years beating the shit out of my poor Ukrainian immigrant grandmother.

My father was a Lutheran minister, so I think that qualified him as delusional.

No but I have crazy aunts, uncles and etc

I grew up with a raging alcoholic father and a narcissistic mother.

I'm a little crazy myself.

Hahahaha. really? No, but seriously, do you consider personality disorders to be crazy? (I actually actually don't for the most part).

If you do count them, mother diagnosed with being a sociopath. Father a narcissist, aunt with HPD. Grandfather was a psychopath who died from tertiary syphilis.

Believe it or not, I am the most mentally healthy person in generations in my family.

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My mother had six or seven psychotic episodes (you stop counting after awhile) when she had to be institutionalized. When she was psychotic she was a lot happier albeit babbling like a toddler and doing things like jumping into the car and gunning into reverse, slamming into the house across the street. That was her first one, I was fourteen at the time and all I could think about was my own mortification.

After each episode we could never get a diagnosis, the doctors were stumped. Some of them got really pissed off at her because she defied all categories and rejected therapy, throwing pills out the car window and refusing to cooperate unless drugged to zombie status. When she recovered she would dismiss the events as an overreaction on everyone's part and eventually started calling them her 'wing-dings'.

Gurl, pleeez?!

My dad was schizoid bipolar 1. Very crazy

I’m sorry to hear that, r5.

R12, what year was this?

My mom has some uncategorized cluster B disorder. A lot of BPD and narcissistic behaviors but not enough to fully meet threshold of either diagnosis.

OP, I'd like an explanation on why you chose that particular photograph.

I think my mother was crazy but nobody, nobody in those days would be diagnosed.

R16 Year 1966 was her first hospitalization. Then 1973, 1978, 1982, 1990 and finally 2004. She died in 2015. Never a diagnosis, other than psychosis. When you're in that state it's just about drugging them up, then and now. Not that I'm objecting, she fucking needed them.

My mom was committed for 3 months.

For reasons which are well known to you, r18.

R20, it sounds like bipolar disorder. I can’t believe no one was able to diagnose her in 2004. That’s disturbing.

I was unusually close to my mother until I became an adult, when I realized she had a little crazy in her. Too late, as the lifetime damage had already been inflicted.

R24 as usual, you managed to make it all about you, MEmeMememE, just like your mother

Yes.

They were Depression era children who never trusted doctors. I believe other poor people felt the same way.

My dad was an anger addict, but I could stay on his good side by making sure he saw me doing chores. If I had to wake him, it was always at the foot. If you touched him, he’d jump out of bed throwing anyone against a wall.

I suspect Mom was heartbroken by a gay man early in life, because she would not stand for my effeminacy. She did it so often, I thought that was her natural voice. No, the cunt was mocking me. Years later, I mocked her voice and she said she didn’t talk that way. I responded that that’s the way she spoke to me and that’s how I’d repeat it in the future. Shut the bitch down until she died.

Yes - my mother suffers from under-treated depression & anxiety.

It ain't fun.

My mother steals my benzos.

My mother went boarding school and got kicked out attempting suicide.

My parents were born in the mid-to-late 1920s and as noted above, not prone to go to the doctor for "mental problems". They didn't think they had any. This was 'normal' for that era. Aside from both of them being nuts (although my mother was the champ), they both had a hair-trigger temper. People with normal parents don't know what this is like. They start hitting you for the slightest infraction or even a perceived/imagined one.

I would have liked to have somehow saved up enough money to have myself legally emancipated from them. Again, give the era (1962-65) this is unlikely to have happened. The state wouldn't allow a child to live on their own.