People with boomer parents, how old were you when you first noticed something wrong with their judgement, and what happened?

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As soon as I figured out that my friends didn't dread going home. My best friend loved her parents and her house. That place was like a retreat for me.

When they retired. Their worlds shrank, overnight. I was in my 30s at the time.

When my dad lost his job so we had no food and house went into foreclosure several times, but he kept the $20,000 a year golf club membership. My grandparents kept bailing him out, but he refused to get a job or stop playing golf every day. I literally went to school every day and begged for food. I would go from table to table eating whatever my friends were going to throw away. 

Edit: This happened in the late 80's guys. I am all good now. No need to reach out to Reddit Care team! But thank you to those who thought I was currently in a bad place and were concerned.

Mine showed their colors early. I realized it when I was ten and my mom woke me up to tell me my dad had moved out of the house. It was my birthday.

But reality was probably when they shoved bottles filled with juice in my mouth that rotted my teeth. I had to get them pulled at three.

I moved in with my mother at aged 14 and she explained that I didn’t have basic life necessities and that we didn’t eat regularly because of George Bush… she had a masters degree and none of our neighbor’s children seemed to be neglected.

I’m not a Bush fan but I don’t think I wore the same clothes from middle school till I dropped out in 11th grade just because he wasn’t a good president.

Took me a loooong time. I was constantly trying to "be a good daughter".

Real change came when I hit 26, when I started blacking out at work, and they were more worried about my job, than the fact I WAS BLACKING OUT!

Hind sight is 20/20 and I noticed a LOT of problems, since I was a child. I have dyslexia for one, and was diagnosed in my 30s. (even though I've had signs since pre-school) I have celiac, again diagnosed in 30s even though that is a child hood disease normally diagnosed in early childhood. (and I had signs since I was a child too)

I kind of wish I'd had different parents, you know, ones who cared about my health.

Since 2017. Mostly in my mom. She used to be the smartest woman I knew, at least through my 20s. Now she is a paranoid conspiracy theorist.

My parents are still clinging to reason and compassion which I am so thankful for, but I am watching in real time as the boomerness slowly creeps in. Every once in a while I catch my dad saying stuff like “I don’t care who sleeps with who as long as I don’t have to see it all over my tv!” And then I’ll say something like “yeah sure PopPop, next will you tell me about WW1?” His dad was PopPop and I know how much he doesn’t want to become the crotchety old man who hated life that his dad became, so it serves as a good reminder for him lol. He goes red and usually apologizes or says something along the lines of “you’re right. That was rude of me.” It’s refreshing honestly but scary at the same time.

When I was about 10 I heard a dog making distressing noises in the neighbor's yard behind our house. I went to check it out and a young pit bull had been left out on a long wire leash and had somehow wrapped it around it's own waste and around a tree and deck post, and it was squeezed tight and lifting him up off the ground. There was an older pit bull there also very distressed at the situation AND not sure what to make of my appearance.

I approached slowly and reached out my hand, and the older dog snapped at me and bit my hand. I decided to retreat and call my mom. My mom had always loved animals (loved collecting them anyways, a distinction I learned later on), so when I got ahold of her and told her what was happening she sounded annoyed and basically told me there was nothing I could do. I was baffled, so I called dad. He told me "sometimes things have to die."

No. That wasn't going to work for me. I paced around a while trying to process what they told me and how I felt both of them were absolutely wrong. My parents just wanted me to sit there and listen to him die. I was disgusted. So I grabbed a bolt cutter, gloves, and headed back.

This time the older dog seemed genuinely glad to see me. I approached slowly again, reached out my hand, and she started licking it and then looking at the other dog. So I approach the other dog and cut him free. I spend the next 3 hours hanging out with the dogs waiting for the owner to come home. I think he said about 5 words, didn't even really ask what happened, and took the dogs inside.

When I got home my parents were home from work and didn't even ask about the dog or where I'd been, it must have immediately left their minds. That was the first time I realized how unreliable and fallible my parents were. I remember specifically thinking "a kid came up with a better solution than adults..." After that I started noticing how reluctant they were to do anything good that didn't directly benefit themselves. I realized I took morality more seriously than they did. I stopped revering adults entirely after that.

As a child my mother would lie or tell silly untruths for no discernable reason and I'd be confused by why she did it and then ashamed of myself for not knowing I was supposed to know she was lying and or that it was either a joke or for her own weird purposes.

As a teen I modelled this lying behaviour and I count myself very lucky social media wasn't around back then because I would have been roasted by the kids around me on it.

Now I have my own kids I feel my parents were just people who were in the house when I waa growing up. Outwardly we looked privileged and maybe even spoiled. But I feel I got not emotional parenting from them whatsoever. I had to fumble my way through relationships of all sorts without ever feeling like they had my back.

The first time there was an election and I was old enough to understand partisan politics. They couldn't hide their glee at the results.

On all tickets they voted against their, my and the remaining 99%s best interests.

When we actually discussed it they didn't even understand the policies they were voting for, just following what they'd been told to do by their chosen media sources.

They still cannot be convinced otherwise. Everyone who disagrees with them is socialist or 'just a kid'.

Medical neglect to this day. I had to be on death’s door to miss a day of school. Things are “always in your head and you’re a hypochondriac” is what I was told. As an adult, I was going through a divorce and had to move in with my parents for 6mo. During that time, I wake up one morning feeling like I got punched in the face. I told my mother I thought I had a bad tooth and would need a root canal treatment. She swore up and down that it was sinuses/allergies and I shouldn’t complain so much. Guess who was right in the end?

Why do they think they are better at knowing what our bodies are saying over the person whose body it actually is?

My dad is a late boomer and is much better now, but when I was 12 I fell off a curb to the road and when I landed I fell on top of my foot, crushing it while it was sideways in about a 90 degree angle. My dad and I were walking to the neighbour's house to take care of their dogs while they were away on vacation. It was Christmas Eve. Right after I fell, I immediately felt intense pain and my ankle started swelling really quickly, and I said to my dad that it might be broken. He told me to walk it off and said it wasn't a big deal. He made me walk to the neighbour's house and back with zero assistance or acknowledgement of my pain. It wasn't a long walk, but by the time we got back home I was in so much pain that my head was spinning and I felt like throwing up. Dad still doesn't care.

It wasn't until the day after Christmas that I was able to convince him to take me to urgent care. The doctor was PISSED that he had waited so long to take me. I had broken the growth plate and a few of the bones in my foot and required a cast followed by a boot for several weeks. Now in my mid 20s and that ankle still gives me trouble now and then and my left leg is slightly shorter than my right.

I don't remember what my mom (Gen X) did in those 2 days between the fall and doctor visit, I assume my dad overruled her on the decision to take me? But yeah ever since then I never went to my dad if I was hurt, I went to my mom instead and she'd take me to the doctor (if needed) without telling my dad.

I was eight. I was playing with my friend on those clunky plastic Fisher Price rollerskates. My toe hit a crack in the sidewalk and I flew forward, putting my arms out to stop my fall. Something crunched and my arm hurt.

My friend’s mom, also my mom’s friend, looked at it and said sarcastically, “Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” I was petrified of making a fuss, so I said no.

My mom and dad both were like, it’s fine, stop crying, you’re just looking for attention. I have skinny little wrists, so the swelling wasn’t noticeable. Finally, ten days later, my mother took me to the doctor, making a big deal about it and complaining. They x-rayed both wrists so they could compare, and the doctor was like, “It’s definitely broken, and it looks like both wrists have been broken in the past.”

Suddenly I realized that their pathological avoidance of the doctor wasn’t about me, it was about them. I wasn’t overreacting, I was reacting.

I never forgave them for that.

My mother had a weird attitude towards life from day one. She was the surprise child of older parents who were thinking retirement more than diapers. She had a modest and conservative mindset even when she was young. I remember her outdated opinions on periods when I was 9/10, we had teachers come into school talking about the subject which were polar opposite to the crap my mother was voicing.

It wasn’t until I was an adult and I brought my gf at the time over to the house for some holiday party. It was just the typical day with the family. On the drive home she told me how horrified she was of my family, especially my mom. I kind of played it off and said that’s just the way they are. It really opened up my eyes when my gf said, they aren’t joking they’re just mean. Everything they say to you and your siblings is a dig. I had always thought that was normal behavior…I hadn’t realized until that moment it was a dysfunctional way to grow up. I thought all parents thought their kids were lazy and stupid. My parents enjoyed emotional beating us down and keeping us “humble”. No achievement was ever good enough.

I always thought my parents had it together when I was growing up. It was really after my dad died I noticed how Boomer they were. My dad was a fan of the nagging wife jokes. And my mom is a woman who relied solely on my dad for everything and now relies on us.

My dad absolutely lost his shit when I couldn't figure out how to tie my shoes. I had to be like 5 or so. So he told me I wasn't allowed to go to church until I learned to tie them and I absolutely panicked because I was homeschooled and church was literally the only time I was around other kids. Then he'd act totally normal at church.

My dad is the Silent generation and my stepmother is a Boomer. The petty, nasty and mean behavior that's just pointless. Judgmental, and everyone that seems sad, homeless or in a mental state is just "lazy". I was living by myself at 19, and didn't go home for years. When I did again, I realized how small her world is and the ignorance because she never had to go into the job market and is a housewife since she got married and never lived by herself either.

I learned that they can (almost) never be wrong when I was 18 years old. I was in college, and one weekend we went to Atlanta for a show. Mom wired me some extra money for the weekend because I wanted to pick up some merchandise. I didn't spend even half the money, but when I got back into town Monday morning I discovered my bank account was overdrawn.

Long story short, my mom berated me, like cussed me "for being so irresponsible" and how ashamed she was of me for not managing my money better.

We both went to the bank together, and I discovered where the bank had taken the money out of her account, but had not deposited it into mine, so it was entirely the bank's fault. The bank profusely apologized, fixed it and made us whole, took care of all the fees, etc etc.

On the car ride home I kept looking over at her, eyebrows raised, begging for an apology without speaking. Her response was, and I'll never forget it: "I don't owe you a damn thing."

I remember when Obama was up for his first term, and I was visiting home from college. For some reason the topic of politics came up and my Dad was surprised that I would vote for Obama. I just looked at him and said, “Dad, I have an auto-immune disease. Of course I’m voting for someone that supports a healthcare system where I can’t be denied for a pre-existing condition.”

He stayed quiet about it after that.

My mom would take us to doctors appointments two hours early in case they decided to fit us in early. They never did. Her delusion that she was special and deserved special treatment despite the practical world telling her otherwise was a constant in my life.

I was nine when I realized this.

I don’t have an actual age but medical neglect. At the doctor for years I found she lied on records and said I have 0 family medical history until I was old enough to write them in myself. Never mind the thyroid, eye, abdominal reproductive issues that run in the family. I was never told them. NEVER. Until I was like in my 20s. My mom even got pissed off at my grandma for telling me endometriosis runs in our family when I was 21. My grandma didn’t know I didn’t know and brought it up casually. I’m a trans guy for context so yes it could affect me and would actually explain a lot.

When I was 16 I was into horse back riding. I had one fall where I blacked out for a second and couldn’t move for like 2 seconds. Extremely scary. I literally had to beg my mom to take me to the hospital, like with tears, because I was so afraid I did something to fuck me up forever. No brain damage but my back has never been the same haha thanks mom for saying I’ll be fine fuck you I’m not.

Probably in 2005-ish when I (24 at that time) had just finished college, and my dad's (50 at that time) job-hunting advice was to "go knock on some doors." This is a man who worked for the same company for 40 years straight after high school and has zero knowledge about technology. No idea how society evolves and companies are constantly changing how they screen and hire job candidates.

When I was like 3 or 4 and I saw my dad bash my mom’s head into the wall with my bucket of blocks. I saw they were fighting again and I thought sharing my blocks with them would make them stop fighting.

I thought that TV families emotional situations were 100% fake. No one is that nice to their kids IRL. There was NO ONE that was calm and sincere like Mr Rogers, again totally fake.

Told me I'd level half a city block if I held a lit lighter upside down because "It's under pressure!!!"

I knew I couldn’t trust either of my parents definitively when they (both of them) held me down and washed my mouth out with soap when I was four. It took the rest of the day to get chunks of yellow Dial soap out of my teeth and gums.

I wound up having to parent them both not long after that.

I think this fits on r/raisedbynarcissists too. You might want to check it out, my parents do this and they're Gen X.

I was 7 or 8, now 38. I got horrific sunburns that blistered the backs of my shoulders. My mother put band aids on my sunburn blisters. Adhesive on a sunburn. When she pulled them off (with several layers of skin attached) I remember vividly watching her in the mirror and wondering why she had put something sticky on already severely burned skin.

That was the day I realized I probably had more sense than her.

2016 as soon as Trump was elected. They went from "conservative but not nuts" to "frothing at the mouth MAGA". Disagreements ensued, things were said (by THEM not me) and boom....a 40 year parental relationship was soured. I will NEVER EVER forgive Trump or Republicans for it either.

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Parentification. In 1993 in the USA there was a big news story about what came to be know as the "West Memphis 3".

Two or three prepubescent boys were killed and when found the bodies had gen!tal mutilation.

I was 12 years old when this happened, fairly unaware of the horrors in the world at that time.

However my Mother was so disturbed by the news story that she had to come outside when I was playing and tell me all about it .... in detail ... she was crying and expecting me to comfort her.

I distinctly remember a voice in my head saying "this is not normal, mom's are not supposed to this to their children."

That interaction became the standard - her expecting emotional support from me. I didn't learn about the concept of Parentification until I got into college and it explained so much of her behavior towards me as a child.

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Parents had me pay for my own dental and dermatology appointments starting at age 15 (no medical insurance). Oh! And my own school lunches. They said it would build character and I had a job so why shouldn’t I? As a parent to 4 now, I’m always questioning if I do too much for my kids . I have to watch what other parents are doing as confirmation that’s it’s ok to financially care for my teens.

When my dad caught me watching Sesame Street, punched out my front teeth out and went on a three hour screaming fit about how his kids weren't going to watch "commie fag shit". Also, when my mom let him.

When I was 10, I made a friend who wore a hijab and her family was Muslim. From little ten year old me's perspective, I had always loved learning about other people's experiences in life and never really saw my friend as anything other than the cool girl who introduced me to metal music that happened to be from a completely different culture than me. We bonded over Bullet For My Valentine, she introduced me to Hollywood Undead, and even to this day Within Temptation remains one of my favorite artists because of her. She meant a lot to me.

Then my dad told me to "be careful" around her because "Muslims are dangerous"....................

This didn't stop me from talking to her but it was my first experience in life that I actually registered that people could be racist and my trust in my dad absolutely sank.......

I realized about 5 years ago that the entire generation is narcissistic brats; and that I was not born with severe anxiety issues, but childhood trauma shaped my coping and emergency response mechanisms. However like yourself it was about 8-10 when it hit me my mother & father were not in my best interest. I had a plan to escape them around 12, and was completed by 17. When my daughter was born I made the mistake in having them back in our lives, but severed that within a few years.

About 10 years ago, my dad started to slide i to MAGAville, and my mom started losing her memory.

Dad passed. Mom is still alive with altzheimers and dementia.

I remember being like 4 or 5 and made a simple mistake and telling her that I’m human, everyone makes mistakes. And the stupid b*tch actually said “not me, I’m always perfect”. Still trying to figure out if she’s a delusional narcissist or just a filthy liar.

When I asked a friend in first grade “you know how when you’ve been crying all night because your dad is yelling and your eyes sting the next day?” They were shocked.

When my dad had a neighborhood kid to beat me up in hopes that it would toughen me up because he thought I wasn’t hard enough for a seven year old.

When I was nine and my remote control car went out of range and ran in to one of his jacks in the garage so he picked it up and threw it across the yard. “Out of range now isn’t it?”

Those are three key moments when I was reminded that something isn’t normal about my upbringing and something is not right with that man

I remember noticing that my parents didn't treat their parents with the same deference that they demanded from me. From an early age, I saw my grandparents as allies in a world controlled by my parents and their generation, and I interacted with them as such. We never tried to defy or circumvent my parents. I just mean to say that it was a comfort to be around each other.

In my young brain, the thinking was something like: "The old people and the young people have to listen to the people in the middle who control everything." It was certainly before my age reached double digits.

In middle school. I saw my step-dad talking to a POC and immediately got scared. I heard how he spoke about anyone who wasn't a white Christian at home and expected a fight or something.

But when he was downright respectfull in front of everyone but had a few names for her in the car ride I realized he was not anything I ever wanted to be.

I was eight years old and my mother gave a spanking to my 4 year old sister for soiling her underwear, accidentally.

Soon after FoxNews aired.

As long as I can remember. My boomer (professional, wealthy) parents absolutely hated each other, fought constantly (I’m talking throwing things, literally flipping tables), never got a divorce, kept up appearances in the most toxic way, demanded perfection from us as kids (like straight As, total obedience and not a hair out of place) and I remember going to first grade and telling my friends that my parents were crazy…..

My dad is long gone and my mom is too scared to leave the house at 74. She makes fun of me for being in therapy. Honestly, I have zero respect for her and I never have, not even as a child. 🤷‍♀️

I’ve always tried to mold my behavior to be the opposite of them. As young as I can remember. It’s not just that they are boomers , they or one of them are narcissistic; both religious fundamentalists and fascists; both emotionally and physically abusive. It’s funny to me now how they always degrade me to try to get me to seek their approval. They can fuck right off. I’m doing hella better without them.

My stepdad barged into my life when I was 10. He was then, and is now, the biggest asshole I’ve ever known. I’m 63, and he lives with me and the wife now because he’s too old to survive alone. My worst bully lives in my house. FML.

I spent my whole life thinking it was me, that I was the F-up, and useless. When I was 40, it finally occurred to me that I would never be a successful person until I got my mothers voice out of my head (my dad was ok, but he fell into the folie a deux groove where if she was being nasty and mean, he would be sarcastic and mocking too.)

Dad died, I went home to be with him in his last moments, and then I cut contact with my mother. She's absolutely enraged and had spent these last few years trying to recruit family members, including my adult daughters, to destroy me. One by one, they have each fallen out of her favour as well.

I feel wretched that an almost-80 year old lady has to be alone stewing in her own rage but I just....can't....anymore.

I wasted 40 years of my life trying to figure this out, though.

My mother has always been the way you describe your parents. She is also a bipolar narcissist, and often in her own world.

I once told my sister that if she ever has dementia, that no one will ever know the difference. My sister told me that someone mentioned to her she should have our mother checked for dementia.

My sister responded, that she has always acted like that. Its not dementia, its just her.

i’d had some weird symptoms for a few days and was blown off at urgent care but given a follow up with my PCP in like 3 days. i was even worse off at my F/U and had a high fever and my doc thought i either had Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, or meningitis, but either way he wanted me to go straight to the hospital for tests and treatment. my then-BF had driven me so i said my BF could take me but he said he preferred if i was transported by ambulance. i didn’t live with my parents anymore but the move-out was recent and i thought they’d want to know so i called my mom. my phone had died so i had to call from the phone in the lobby, and she either didn’t pick up because she didn’t recognize the number, or she just missed the call. so i left her a voicemail and left in the ambulance.

at my next appointment, the receptionist told me “i’m not really supposed to be telling you this… but after you left, your mother called back and asked if you really needed an ambulance because you can be overdramatic sometimes.”

thanks for the vote of confidence, mom

and thank you to that receptionist for opening my eyes

So my parents had me kinda late. I’m 32, my mom is 70 and dad would be as well if he were alive.

For me, it was when I got to like the end of high school and started driving and getting ready for college. And let me stress: my parents were/are saints. Compared to some of y’all’s, they weren’t bad at all.

But dad would come up with some of the silliest stuff. They got me a car and started waking me up early every single day of the summer to go crack the windows on it. Their reasoning? The sun would heat the interior and crack the windows.

I thought about it. Did some Googling. That isn’t a thing. Cars aren’t air tight. You’d see cars at dealerships exploded all over the place if so.

I made my impassioned argument. They didn’t care.

The other thing was… I had just started driving. There was a football game at the neighboring high school. The one I had driven by every day of my life for 16-17 years.

Mom and dad were convinced I didn’t know how to get there and had me drive them up there the day before to show them I could find it. 😂

My mom used to pick fights with restaurants if the food wasn’t up to her standards. I remember her going full Karen at a chinese food place in the early 90’s - and she was probably in her middle 30’s too. She’d also constantly say to us “I am the parent, you are the child” to get us to stop complaining/arguing with her.

When I was around 6ish I remember trying on clothes for school. I went to a catholic private school and had to buy uniforms every year. Well this particular year I distinctly remember working up the courage to ask if I could get longer pants since they always bought me pants that ended about half an inch above my shoes and I thought it made me look like a nerd. My dad said no before I even finished asking. My mom thought for a second and said that it would mean I wouldn't grow out of them as fast so they would last longer and we wouldn't need to buy clothes as often so we could do it.

Looking back I've always been disgusted by how scared I was to voice my opinion in the first place, how quickly my dad said no just on the basis of me asking for something, and how my mom only said yes because it benefitted her in some way.

I still remember being like 3-4 and bawling my eyes out lifting my hands to my mother begging for a hug through tears and her saying no that I didn’t deserve one or she was upset with me so no hugs or something like that and being sent to my room and having what I assume is my first panic attack. It was the weirdest feeling of “this isn’t okay, you’re not safe, this isn’t how things work?” but mom said I didn’t deserve a hug so I must not right?

And then it was like I knew but didn’t know until something happened when I was about 14 and my brain just internally went “you’re more mature than your mother…” and.. idk it’s just been a slow decay… but I’d point at these two things as key moments.

Right around 4 years old. The first time I got an ass beating for telling the truth. This was after being told "if you tell the truth, you won't get in trouble." And they wonder why I lied to them all the time as a kid and hardly ever tell them anything now.

At age 10 I broke my foot. It was an accident that happened at a public swimming pool. My foot was swollen and purple and I had it elevated with an ice pack on it. I remember my mom arguing with my dad (who was a doctor) about whether or not I should receive medical attention for it. She wanted him to just take a look and decide, and he wouldn't even look. He argued with her about it for way longer than it would have taken to just LOOK at my foot. Instead he kept saying that I only bruised it, that I wasn't really hurting, I was just making it up for attention and being a drama queen about a little pain. He never did look at the foot, and I walked around on a broken foot for two weeks. Would have been forever, were it not for my previously scheduled annual physical. I was the oldest of then-5 kids (now 7) and too young to be left home alone, and back in the day bills had to be paid at the store or the utility office, and our other car was in the shop and my dad took the working car, so my mom took us all with her to run errands on foot. All over town. On a broken foot. For two weeks.

As a child I remember longing for my parents to take care of this broken foot. As an adult I want to grab my dad by the collar and tell him "Asshole, who makes their foot swell up for attention???" and tell my mom "you should have gone behind his back and gotten me treatment instead of being a coward and making me walk all over town."

I should state from the get go that although my father is a boomer and my mom is a gen x boomer cusp, they’re wonderful, loving, understanding people in almost every aspect except work. Once I started reaching the working age my parents have been incessantly nagging me to work all the overtime I can get and to get a second job.

Yeah the last thing I a college student wanted to do was pick up a second job and skip out on time with my friends /s One job I had in college was part time and they refused to give me more hours because that meant they’d have to give me benefits. My mom wouldn’t stop nagging me about why I couldn’t get more hours from my job that I actually got a printout stating part time employee hours were capped.

When my father, a generally reasonable person, would yell the n-word at football and baseball games whenever somebody of color wasn't performing up to his standard.

There was a point where my sister and I were in the car when I was in ninth grade. And my mom was ranting about Obama and something about how he didn’t have any right to say how laws were enforced.

And I just kinda looked at her, and said, “But that’s literally what the president does. He’s the head of the executive branch. They execute the laws.”

“Well, he didn’t need to be so scary about it!”

As a teenager. Both my parents were selfish, my dad more obviously so. Both had poor coping and decision making skills. Both cheated, but only my mom brought it home to me and my siblings and it fucked us up. My mom was (is) a conspiracy theorist and doomsday prepper on top of everything.

Dad‘s gone, but mom still lives in her religious/prepper/MAGA world. We are not close.

I asked my mother what Jesus would tell poor people if he came back today, and she replied "He would tell them to get a job!!" I shit you not, literal quote.
My father said that gay people shouldn't be allowed to get married because then he'd have to help pay for health benefits for gay spouse strangers, and I said "oh because everyone at the University of _______ knows mom so they're ok allowing her to be on your insurance?" The poor old fool realized how fucking stupid his preprogrammed standpoint was and just gave up.

The complete hypocrisy and stupidity of their arguments made me realize that their generation is so fucking brainwashed by Fox news that its almost a complete loss.

Recently actually. My dad has always been pretty laid back & chill for a boomer. Until a year or so ago Im at Aldi with him. He is absolutely insulted that the cashiers are allowed to sit as they scan groceries. Dad was disgusted, couldn't believe the company would allow it. When I asked him why it bothered him so much, he couldn't answer. "I never see cashiers sitting at Kroger" "I was on my feet all day as a salesman, I'd have killed to sit but it was never allowed" ...his rant went on and on. I never did get to the bottom of why a cashier sitting affected him so negatively but I did start seeing my dad in a different way that day

Back in 2008 when Obama was running for president me and my dad where out at dinner and 90% of the conversation was my dad complaining about how Obama was going to ruin the country. I asked my dad what policies of Obama he didn't like and my dad gave the blanket answer of "All of them". Looking back on that moment I realized that's when the boomer stage of my dad's life started and he was only 48/49 at the time. Now he's gotten so much worse to the point where he only believes news from certain Facebook posts and every single conversation is political

My parents told me my knees were elbows and my elbows were knees since I was able to remember as a child. I went to kindergarten armed with that knowledge and one day was mercilessly mocked during a class song about body parts. To this day that is still one of my most devastating life lessons., “There’s the kid that doesn’t know his knees from his elbows”. Parents thought it was a joke, hilarious to them. They have even mocked me about it just like the mean kids. I’m turning 40 this year, I still remember the way that made me feel. Fu**ing assholes.

My take is that the so-called “greatest generation” did an absolute crap job raising their children. I despise my abusive, narcissistic grandparents on my mother’s side (loved my dad’s parents). They were the ones who literally taught my Mum’s generation that 1) some people are less human, behave accordingly 2) you can justify ANYTHING with religion (I’m a practicing Christian and no tf you can’t) and 3) well we fought WWII so you’re argument is invalid-suck it up. They were abusing their kids left, right and center and believed mental health is a joke. My parents (mum especially) did an amazing job of working on herself and became the opposite of what her awful parents taught her.

Have you read the Tim Dillon book “Death by Boomers: How the Worst Generation Destroyed the Planet, but First a Child”.

I think you’d enjoy it.

Trans Rights, Corbyn, Brexit, Covid and now Isreal/Palestine.

They get their news directly from a small pool of Facebook groups.

I fear I’m only a year or so away from being told to sell all my assets for solid gold and go off grid.

Refuse to discuss anything remotely news/current events related anymore as the arguments are weak and belligerent.

These people raised me to think kindly, be open minded, argue with logic and specifically that prejudice, racism, homophobia etc is a disgrace. … what happened???

One of my earliest memories of my Mom’s poor judgement ….. she received a call from a neighbor letting us know that there was an erratic guy shooting a gun randomly in the neighborhood. The cops were called and there was a stand down. She had us all (mom, me and 2 younger sisters) hiding in the closet. She ended up forgetting something she needed in the living room and instead of getting it herself she had me crawl out there to get it. I was 7 - and even then I thought “if we are really in danger why is she sending me out there, isn’t she supposed to protect me”?

I would also have to regularly field phone calls for my Mom when she was divorcing my Dad. She didn’t want to talk to him so I would have to make things up (also at age 7).

I’m now in my mid 40’s and still feel like I’m the parent and she’s the child.

(I am 55 now) had some red flags as a kid/pre-teen (“I love you but I don’t have to like you”, etc) that gradually increased as I got older. My mother obvs didn’t like my wife and I think tolerated grandkids b/c being a grandparent got her attention. But tolerance was about as warm as it got. I cut all contact with my parents about 10 or 11 years ago, the nonsense just hit the point where having them in my/our lives was not worth it. I don’t see it ever getting better—they’re mid 70s now, missed all the grandkid weddings and have never seen their great grandkids & have never even given an inclination about apologizing or making amends.

I was six and my mom said something racist about the little black girl I was playing with at school. I told her I didn’t think there was anything wrong with my friend and she slapped me across the face. I learned not to tell her what I thought on anything. This was in 1996.