I can't even hate watch them nor look at their socials. My own parents were very similar to them.
The only time I ever saw a dentist was the one that came to school, I was advised I needed braces but my parents didn't follow up. I didn't see the inside of a dentists office until I was 16 and took myself. It was the same for doctors. I never once had my hair cut until I got a part time job at 15 and paid for myself. In fact, my parents didn't even brush my hair unless it was a school day. Weekends and holidays my hair was left to matt. My hair was almost past my hips and you can imagine how it was, I looked like I had a beehive on my head by the end of the summer holiday. It took HOURS to get the knots out and many times I had to have the worst of them cut out. We won't talk about the nits. I needed glasses and frequently complained but once again, was ignored. My sister once got a sewing needle in her foot that broke off and it took my parents over a week to take her to the hospital. It ended in surgery because it had gone in so deep. It was also starting to rust.
The reason they eat pizza so frequently is because its cheap and feeds them all. It was the same for me. There was often no food at home. We would eat sugar sandwiches and various other things to fill us up. Frequently I'd be sent down to the chip shop for two bags of chips and buy a loaf of bread on the way home and that would be food for the five of us. If I could beg a tenner from my nan we might get a bit more but often £5 of that would have to go to the electric meter so we had some light at least. The house was fifty. My mattress, like milas was on the floor. I got a bed after a few years from my mom's work mate.
Just like for the Ingham children there was no love. No hugs, no kind words. Nothing. Actually, I was very sensitive and inquisitive and they couldn't be bothered to answer my questions so they would just switch off. My dad in particular as he was the one who had care of us the most. He is the same now, has no time for talking with me. He will tell me he is bored and says goodbye. My parents would wind me up and tease me until I snapped and then they would mock me for being upset. My nickname was sad sack. I was only sad because of them. Once my dad called me over, told me to put my hand out and he placed a very hot, metal teaspoon in my hand that had just been in boiling water. He shut my hand around it and then when I yelled because I was hurt he told me it was a "joke" and I should lighten up. My parents are the sole reason I no longer feel much. I just switched it all off.
My mother was over baring like Sarah. The atmosphere when she came home changed drastically. We barely dared to speak. My dad was only interested in his own pursuits, like Chris. He smoked 60 cigarettes a day, he'd be damned if anything got in the way of that. We didn't have gas many days because he'd prefer to buy his cigarettes. No gas, no hot water, no heating. He spent his money on various "business" ideas. They never worked. Didn't matter if we has food or not. I don't think they could have shown less interest if they tried. I failed my gcse exams, well, in my eyes I did. I got way below what my potential was and what I was predicted because I was too busy cleaning, cooking (when there was food) and caring for my siblings. Since then I have put myself through an education and I am in my third year of uni at the ripe age of 37.
Those children are in for a life long battle with depression, cptsd, feeling isolated and not having any sense of belonging. They will have strained relationships with their parents and as an extension they will have strained relationships with the rest of the family too because they, like me, rarely saw them. The sense of loss is huge. Even as a fully grown adult I get very upset sometimes. When something good/bad/exciting happens I can't pick up the phone to tell my mom. When I see other people out with their mom. Mother day. Christmas. All of it hurts and it will never get better, just easier with time. Not knowing basic things like what my parents favourite food is. It effects your every day life. I don't even have my mom's address. Visiting my dad's is a strain even after all these years. This is what they have to look forward to and I feel so bad for them. I hope they find peace when they are older.
Ps. If you made it to the end I apologise for the very long post and rant. These two fuckers have no idea what they are doing.
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The only time I ever saw a dentist was the one that came to school, I was advised I needed braces but my parents didn't follow up. I didn't see the inside of a dentists office until I was 16 and took myself. It was the same for doctors. I never once had my hair cut until I got a part time job at 15 and paid for myself. In fact, my parents didn't even brush my hair unless it was a school day. Weekends and holidays my hair was left to matt. My hair was almost past my hips and you can imagine how it was, I looked like I had a beehive on my head by the end of the summer holiday. It took HOURS to get the knots out and many times I had to have the worst of them cut out. We won't talk about the nits. I needed glasses and frequently complained but once again, was ignored. My sister once got a sewing needle in her foot that broke off and it took my parents over a week to take her to the hospital. It ended in surgery because it had gone in so deep. It was also starting to rust.
The reason they eat pizza so frequently is because its cheap and feeds them all. It was the same for me. There was often no food at home. We would eat sugar sandwiches and various other things to fill us up. Frequently I'd be sent down to the chip shop for two bags of chips and buy a loaf of bread on the way home and that would be food for the five of us. If I could beg a tenner from my nan we might get a bit more but often £5 of that would have to go to the electric meter so we had some light at least. The house was fifty. My mattress, like milas was on the floor. I got a bed after a few years from my mom's work mate.
Just like for the Ingham children there was no love. No hugs, no kind words. Nothing. Actually, I was very sensitive and inquisitive and they couldn't be bothered to answer my questions so they would just switch off. My dad in particular as he was the one who had care of us the most. He is the same now, has no time for talking with me. He will tell me he is bored and says goodbye. My parents would wind me up and tease me until I snapped and then they would mock me for being upset. My nickname was sad sack. I was only sad because of them. Once my dad called me over, told me to put my hand out and he placed a very hot, metal teaspoon in my hand that had just been in boiling water. He shut my hand around it and then when I yelled because I was hurt he told me it was a "joke" and I should lighten up. My parents are the sole reason I no longer feel much. I just switched it all off.
My mother was over baring like Sarah. The atmosphere when she came home changed drastically. We barely dared to speak. My dad was only interested in his own pursuits, like Chris. He smoked 60 cigarettes a day, he'd be damned if anything got in the way of that. We didn't have gas many days because he'd prefer to buy his cigarettes. No gas, no hot water, no heating. He spent his money on various "business" ideas. They never worked. Didn't matter if we has food or not. I don't think they could have shown less interest if they tried. I failed my gcse exams, well, in my eyes I did. I got way below what my potential was and what I was predicted because I was too busy cleaning, cooking (when there was food) and caring for my siblings. Since then I have put myself through an education and I am in my third year of uni at the ripe age of 37.
Those children are in for a life long battle with depression, cptsd, feeling isolated and not having any sense of belonging. They will have strained relationships with their parents and as an extension they will have strained relationships with the rest of the family too because they, like me, rarely saw them. The sense of loss is huge. Even as a fully grown adult I get very upset sometimes. When something good/bad/exciting happens I can't pick up the phone to tell my mom. When I see other people out with their mom. Mother day. Christmas. All of it hurts and it will never get better, just easier with time. Not knowing basic things like what my parents favourite food is. It effects your every day life. I don't even have my mom's address. Visiting my dad's is a strain even after all these years. This is what they have to look forward to and I feel so bad for them. I hope they find peace when they are older.
Ps. If you made it to the end I apologise for the very long post and rant. These two fuckers have no idea what they are doing.
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The house was filthy* damn auto correct
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