I grew up in a rough household. We had holes punched into the walls, doors torn off the frames, my siblings and I saw regular abuse, and as a kid I constantly felt like I had to do things to keep the family held together.
I felt like I was treated by my parents as a servant. They constantly threw away anything I remotely liked, and continued stacking chores on me, especially those that weren’t my own mess. They gave me the boot shortly before graduation, and long story short, I finally got a place for myself after years of effort.
I just can’t shake this feeling though that things are painfully unfair. Like you escape hell after all these years, and the first thing expected from you is to find a job. I get it, you need to work to make money and pay the rent and bills but… why me? Why after all this time of putting up with the crap you have instead of being a kid are you just expected to step in line like everyone else when you never got that opportunity to find who you are and simply enjoy life for what it is.
I don’t know, is this lazy? It’s not that I don’t want to work, but why can’t I be a kid? Why can’t I have some time to reclaim what all was taken from me and have some time to enjoy myself rather than grasp at random short memories I had before I was 5? Everyone else got it, why not me?
I don’t know, am I just rambling about nothing?
It is for everyone…
Even if your childhood was rougher than most, some had it worse. Like, I saw a story about an adult 5’9 man in his early 20s. His parent took him out of elementary school when CPS started investigating. When he was finally rescued he weighed 70lbs and his teeth were breaking as he tried to eat food, but he was too hungry to stop due to the pain.
So you very well could have had a very shitty childhood, but it’s not as bad as that guy and you’re on your own with the opportunity to support yourself.
To look on the brighter side: all the bullshit that comes with being an adult won’t seem as bad to you.
This is no different from saying “The child slaves working the cobalt mines have it worse, so buck up and be grateful!”, which isn’t terribly useful. Things could always be worse, but that doesn’t delegitimize or negate other issues. Instead of saying you could have it worse, why not instead ask how we can improve things, or even propose something?