What parenting styles did you grow up with and did it shape you in a positive way or in a negative way?

[Lucy68]

And if you had kids what kind of parenting style would you want to use on them? Would it be similar to the parenting style of your upbringing or completely different?

Authoritarian: Parents were extremely strict and not as nurturing and believed in stern discipline and punishment when the rules are not followed. Had extreme high expectations whether it was school, extracurricular activities, etc.

Authoritative: Parents that were strict, but they also showed warmth when it came to nurturing. Parents explained the rules and why you were being punished. They also set limits, enforce rules, and gave consequences, but took your feelings into consideration.

Permissive: Parents that were caring but not really strict with rules. Parents viewed the child more as their friend with open communication. There was no discipline and the child was rarely punished.

Uninvolved/Neglectful: Parents showed neither strictness nor warmth. There was no discipline as well as a lack of communication. Parents cared less about the child's education and did not really have any expectations for the child.

[zeitgeist057]

Permissive: My mother, who was my parent 95% of the time my whole life until I moved to live with my dad my last year of high school. My mom was also borderline "neglectful", in that she left me to my own devices a lot and was off doing her own thing. Note: I personally do/did not see her as "neglectful" as she loved me IMMENSELY, tons of love, affection, warmth, and she absolutely cared about my education (home taught me for 4-5 years). There was simply not the helicopter parent hovering constant attention people seem to equate with quality parenting. I was a latch key kid who spent hours and hours on my own, wandering the woods, playing with Legos, reading books, etc.

Authoritative: My father, who I lived with my final year of high school, at 16 (I was a year ahead, due to the 4-5 years of homeschool in which I easily finished all curriculum due to my mother's teaching methods, and was put ahead a grade when I returned to public school). This was the worst year of my life. My father was an emotionally abusive alcoholic and gambler, who never hit but terrorized me, my three sisters, and his wife, with his violent breaking of household objects, punching holes in the house, and once grabbing me by the collar and cocking his fist back while screaming in my face. I thought he was going to kill me (16 years old). This is the same guy who called me drunk when I was 14 to tell me that he was sick of paying child support, and if I wanted him to support me, I could move in with him and he would put clothes on my back and food in my belly until I was 18, but if I didn't move in with him he never wanted to pay another cent, he never wanted to hear from me again, and I could consider myself no longer his son, and I would be estranged from him. I didn't speak to him for 2 year after that until my mom talked to both of us, and arranged for me to move down there to finish high school. He didn't have high expectations or anything, let me smoke at 16 because he did, and wasn't involved in my life. I got the promised food in my belly and not much more, just a list of chores to be done. I didn't even get clothes, all my clothes for a year and a half were what I had brought with me from my moms. Nothing that wasn't a necessity like pens and paper for school, shampoo, soap and toilet paper, the was it. I think other kids got occasional stuff from their parents like money to get Starbucks, or little gifts to support their interests like a baseball glove or a pair of shoes, none of that from my dad. If there wasn't a hole in the bottom of my shoes, I didn't need shoes. Actually, I ended up wearing a pair of old boots I found most of the year, they were a little too big but they worked.

Takeaways:

From my permissive parent, I felt support and communication, love and my best interests at heart. I felt connected and like my mom was my best friend. She wasn't perfect, and I was frustrated with her sometimes, but we had an excellent relationship and her parenting style taught me independence and confidence. Today, I owe the good parts of my life and personality to her nurturing.

From my authoritative parent, I felt like the parenting style was lazy and unjust. "I don't have to explain anything to you, or care how you feel, your input has no value to me, just do what I say." It was all about hegemonic power, backed up by my dad's threats and abuse to keep us all feeling as shitty about ourselves as possible so we wouldn't question anything. I was borderline suicidal, and thought about killing myself regularly, and thought about what a low piece of shit I was (reflection of my dad's estimation of me, and all of us kids). He didn't pay attention, he was busy working, drinking, and watching TV. We didn't WANT his attention, because it was negative, and I think that was possibly intentional, again with the laziness. Teach the kids not to bug dad because they will walk away feeling like shit. Today, I owe the BS anger and trauma that I've constantly worked on keeping from affecting my life to my father.

[Jamie05rhs]

Authoritarian.
Negative.
No, I would not raise my kids like that. I would use the authoritative style.

[Jamie05rhs]

Thanks for the MHO!

[The_FallenOne]

My parents managed to do every single thing wrong with me & I became a better human because of it. Mainly due to the fat of NEVER wanting to be like them. & NEVER wanting to put any child through what they did to me.

1. As a 4-9 yo kid my bitch ass sister would deliberately lie to our parents to get me in trouble. & since "a 2 year old never lies" I was "punished" aka brutally assulted with belts, wooden spoons, fly swatter, a flip flop in a wet bathing suit in the place of my suster. They even told me that if it hurt more I would stop telling lies to them. Which turn into the fear of saying anything. They'd & bait into telling them the truth by saying, "if you tell us the the truth the punishment will be less" then they'd whoop me right after I told the truth.

2. Mother put chemical filled dishwashing soap on a paper plate & forced me to eat it & said, "if you throw up I'll make you eat that too." Didn't throw up & I never have even up until this day.

3. Punished me by forcing my biggest fear into me as a 5yo. (the darkness) One night my mother stood at the bottom of the stairs & kept demanding that I walk into my dark rook w/ turning on any light knowing I was petrified. Every time I turned on the light before entering she'd make me start over. The 1 time I didn't, she allowed me to sleep. Little did I know she had another malicious trick up her sleeve. She had my male cousin hidden in my closet so that when I finally completed the task & my torment wasn't over. He was scratch at the door, in a demonic voice saying my name, & begging me to let him out. & now bc of that in still paranoid of what lies in the darkness.

4. Used my other bigged fear as a threat against me (doctor & needles) She'd threaten to send me to the docter where she'd pay someone to stick needs all over every inch of my. Had to get blood drawn as a kid a lot & when I'd ask her if we were gonna "get blood taken" she'd lie. Ofc I knew I had no choice if that was the case, I just wanted time to be able to prepare myself emotionally. so when shed lie & we'd pull up at the doctors building I was trembling and hysterically crying. & then she blame me for not giving me the opportunity to preparemyself to face my fear. Well now I have white coat syndrome. Imagine the doctors shock when I'm sitting & supposed to have a resting heart rate 60-90 they try to take my bp and it's above 100bpm! 😃 yay! Lasting trama!

5. My own mother SHOULD KNOW DAMN WELL that women & girls have discharge. Well my mother decided to punnish me for it & called it and framed it as "she kept having accidents." She ductaped my lower body legs and all into a trash bag & forced me to uses the bathroom in it all day long. While my dad, cousin, and her walked around the house making fun of me for "smelling like pee." Who knew that ductaping someone into a trash bag and forcing them to use the bathroom in it could make them smell like pee! 😃 amazing discovery right guys!

6. She allowed a different male cousin to throw me across the room onto seramic tile like a god damn basketball. 'Nough said.

My fater was a pushover w/ backbone and just sat back & said nothing while his cunt of a wife abuse me. But I will say that I'm glad that they showed the demons they were. Taught me exactly what to never become. 🥰

[Anonymous]

my parents had a totally different style from each other. like my dad was the very strict, old school type. Like he'd be very extreme with my grades from a very young age (he'd make me do advanced school work from 6-7 years old on the weekends, and try to "groom" me into reading adult level stuff and having intellectual interests that a normal kid wouldn't have. he also made sure i'd get very high grades and do my homework perfectly whenever he was around up to high school. that type of thing), he'd also be very strict with my manners and how i looked (like i had to have good etiquette and look proper. he's from a very religious, traditional higher class background that's why). He'd also constantly criticize me if i didn't act perfectly or the way he wanted. he'd often say stuff like i was worthless, dumb, i sucked, what i like sucks, my friends suck, i'd get nowhere, etc. the only good thing about his approach i guess was that he'd spoil me a lot and buy everything i wanted as long as it wasn't something that he thought was dumb. overall i'd say it didn't help me much. ironically now i'm a jobless high school dropout haha

my mom was a lot different. total opposite. she was the very modern, chill mom. she'd let me do anything i wanted, even stuff my dad didn't let me like having makeup at 9, wearing whatever i wanted even revealing or weird stuff, or letting me have unrestricted internet access at 7-8. she also didn't give a shit about grades especially as a kid and thought my dad was ridiculous for caring about that. she didn't a fuck about much honestly. the only downsides were that she was a bit overprotective when it came to hanging out with people if it wasn't planned or she didn't know the parents, or just going out in public alone unless it was for something specific when most of my friends could, up to me being like 13-14 because she was really paranoid about me being molested by someone's parents. she also made me have her health nut lifestyle. like she'd never give me anything that wasn't fruits, veggies or whole grain and organic. i'd never have normal bread/pasta, would have cheese/protein stuff in big moderation, no meat, no junkfood, nothing sweet, nothing to drink that wasn't the lowest calorie milk or water. if i ever had sweets it was super exceptional or stuff like 80% dark chocolate or low fat soy almond organic something. she'd also make me take some type of sports activity outside of school or at school, and she'd never ever take the car whenever i was with her even if we had to go somewhere like 45 min. she'd just make us leave early and walk all the way there. technically what she did was a pretty good thing though, i just hated it back then. overall she raised me well and whatever she did mainly benefited me

[AlphaMale1]

None of the reply choices matches my growing up. My parents were the best parents I could ever hope to have. My older sister and younger brother told me the same thing. They encouraged us to be our best. Even when we messed up they did not come down on us. They loved us and helped us to learn from what we did and how to prevent it again. My older sister was arrested three or four times before graduating from high school. My parents always bailed her out as she liked friends that cause this to happen. After graduation from high school she never got in trouble again. It was a thing she was going through and my parents seen that for what it was. She married a Vietnam vet and they have been running the most successful excavating business in this area for almost 50 years. They have had a very good life. Their daughter was tested in the fifth grade and shown to have an IQ of 130. Her older brother earned a PhD from the University of Michigan that has something to do with nuclear energy.

My younger brother ran a successful floor covering business. He passed away ten years ago from the hand of a murderer.

I am the only person of the immediate family to graduate from college with a degree. I studied computer science and it brought me the means to live the American dream.

We succeeded in life from parents who drove a milk truck, waited tables, was a bartender, drove a beer truck, learned how to cut women hair, etc. My parents were not successful in the financial way. All three of their kids, including me, were. This is due to the way our parents treated us by example, not by comparing to others.

I have said many times here I was living and engaged to a multi-millionaire. If given the opportunity to be with a beautiful, rich woman and a woman of average social status, I would choose the woman on her personality and loyalty, not her bank account. The rich woman thinks she can have any man she chooses and do as she pleases with him. I learned this the hard way.

Her money will not make you happy. If she is of good character her loyalty and personality will bring you more happiness than you could ever hope for.

[ObscuredBeyond]

My mom went back and forth between permissive and authoritative. My dad was more authoritarian. When someone online is wrong, their attitude determines which parent I take after more. If they're open to discussion, I become like her: gentle, but firm. I dole out history lessons.

If the other party proves to be a total ass, I become like him: doing the verbal equivalent of shoving them in a proverbial meat grinder, using words to mincemeat the soul, and take a pickaxe to that hardened heart! Leave them feeling like a beetle stuck to the bottom of my shoe!

That's why I could never be a prison warden. If too many buttons got pushed, I fear I'd forget about the 8th amendment for a hot second. Frankly, gas station work is stressful enough. I'd rather not work any place that would only drive me to needing anger management classes.

Also why I'm relieved to not have any children: fear I'd become him in the worst ways! Even when my sister visits and her little hoodlums pull too much crap, I get angry enough to offer her a military -grade tactical belt to spank them with! She refuses it, saying that military -grade belts for that purpose would be taking it too far. All I can think is that if leather won't send a message to the little brats, maybe a stainless steel loop on the end will! I suppose she has a point.

This extends into other areas. I can't stand getting anything wrong, imagining the worst will always come of it.

And when some political group gets completely out of control, like BLM burning entire cities to the ground that did nothing to them, I'm not content to see them and their MSM shills get prison time.

I want America to rise up like a vengeful phoenix against them, subdue them, make them eat glass for all their blasphemous taunts, tie them to the road, light them on fire, steamroll them as they writhe, and televise the whole thing as a warning to the UN and all those other globalist creeps! The Second American Revolution won't be denied, and the Tower of Babel shall fall once more!

If that means throwing Tel Aviv under the bus, so be it! If you're globalist and Babylonian Talmud fraud, but hide behind a Jewish identity to claim critics of your diabolical scheme are "antisemitic," then you're Fake Jews with Fake News!

I know which side I got those sentiments from. But because I have learned how to feel so much anger that I even scare myself, that's why I avoid positions where I'd have too much power and responsibility: I don't trust myself in those positions, because my wrath would consider it temptation. If I use power only to exact vengeance for groups I know deserve justice, I become 25% as bad as a Demoncrap. And even that little, is still an unacceptable level of similarity!

[Anonymous]

My parents loved me and tried their best to be the best parents they could. But they were very controlling. It was impossible for me to realize at the time but they were very anxious people and so they thought if I didn't follow a very specific life path, that any deviation from their plan of how they wanted to raise me would be catestrophic.

My parents told me what to do and if I asked why, they blew up. I was a handful when I was a kid, and when my brother was born, I became the scapegoat of the family.

My mom and I used to get along so well. The two things I remember the most fondly was us riding on the subway after being out in the city all day and being on vacation with her when I was maybe 5 and we shared Chinese. Which was the night I found out I don't like lo mein. My mom became colder as I got older and when my parents divorced, did some pretty fucked up shit. We pretty much stopped talking as much as possible.

I learned from my mom about how to slow down, live in the moment and appreciate what is around you. Which I think she lost the ability to do as we got older.

My favorite memories from my dad are him showing me how to build shit or put together a computer and the night he came home with a GameCube. Even back then I could kinda tell he was proud to have everything he did and it took a lot of effort.

My dad was more harsh than my mom most of the time. When I fell off my bike he yelled at me if I started crying which made the whole situation so much worse because he wouldn't like, wait till we got home to do that.

One time he grounded me for a whole week and I had a baseball game and he said to me "I'm letting you play this game because I want you to know if you're in a team and other people are depending on you, you don't let them down." and then he laughed a little and told me I wasn't allowed to have fun. He's definitely where I got my sense of humor from.

My dad taught me that it's easy to get lost in life, but you need to remember your principles values. And to pursue discipline because it's important to be mentally strong.

One part of me hates them because they're the embodiment of do what I say and not what I do, but another part of me loves them so much, because I know how they envisioned our lives going and that is something I hope I can fulfill in my own way one day.

My mom's losing her mind, my dad's job is burning him out. At least my brother and I are really close.

One day I want to buy a big house and have a family, and my brother can be there too and there would be enough room for everyone and I can put my mom in a little house that's still on the he property but really far away so I know she's OK without her making me want to jump off the roof. And my dad is probably gonna want to be somewhere else with his lady now (who I'm really glad he met) which is fine. I just hope I can give him enough money to live wherever he wants.

The way my parents raised me fucked me up in the head a bit, but it also made me someone who genuinely loves everyone, even for their faults. It made me go through a lot of stuff I really wished I didn't have to go through at the time. But I think it's worked out for the best. I wouldn't raise my kids exactly like them. I would try my best to do the same or better without being so traumatizing.

They made me want to have a family one day and be able to take care of everyone and pursue my goals. Lifting like that seems like it would be a lot of fun.

[NathanDavis]

my parents were a mix of permissive and authoritative, and not just one or the other...

and there were also other circumstances involved that were a factor, for example our ages (three brothers) and how we were developing our own personalities for each

there were some things in which they were more permissive and let us 'be ourselves" and other things in which they have to be more involved and well, set some limits rather than rules

and, there was also the challenges that are always happening in life, while they were not careless to neglect us, there were times in which they were not always able to be there the whole time, or not fully involved, they were not the most affectionate either (and that came from the way they were raised themselves and how they lived growing up)

all in all, they were a great example of what to do and as well what not to do, or what could have been done better, and for the most part I see myself being shaped in a positive way at least on the part that it relates to them as parents, there are some great things about them and I have them myself because of them, and for the things that are not so good, well... I can work them out and make it better just like they have done with their grandchildren, because they are quite affectionate and loving with them, lol

[TheNewGeneration]

I was raised under the permissive parenting style. My mother and father offered advice and support, but I was free to do as I pleased. This parenting style had some major benefits: I had a wonderful, stress-free childhood, and I loved (and still love) my parents, since they never gave me any reason to dislike them. However, with no one to jolt me out of complacency, I spent nearly all of my free time on entertainment and accomplished almost nothing. I have never held a job, and my college application was almost an afterthought. I am now attending community college, despite having an SAT score that would qualify me for a much "better" school. However, I have few regrets and I am glad that I was not raised under a more restrictive (or neglectful) method.

When I have children of my own, I will raise them slightly more strictly than I was raised. I will try my best to give them good advice and opportunities and I will strongly encourage them to take advantage of at least some of those opportunities. I certainly won't push them to get good grades, participate in valueless extracurriculars, or strive for exclusive colleges, since I view those things as largely meaningless. But I will encourage them to work hard and make the most of their time on Earth. In the end, though, it's their lives, and I'll let them have the final say.

[Orange85]

I had divorced parents from a young age. My dads style was really laid back and not much rules. Just do your chores. Go to school. and as a teen he let me smoke pot and drink with him. He invested a lot in me by sharing thoughts on society and taught me about politics and the stock market. We always watched the news and kept up with the world. My mom was religious but a closet drinker/pot smoker. She took us to church 3xs a week. As a teen all the church talked about was abstinence and not doing drugs drinking. So I was a good girl during the week. And a “bad” girl on the weekend. I appreciated my dads honesty about drugs/alcohol. My mom was an emotional wreck. Binge drinking and trying to be a good Christian. I stayed a virgin till my eighteenth birthday. My boyfriend got me pregnant that night. I wasn’t allowed to be on birth control. My dad offered an abortion. But I’m glad I kept my baby. I think I turned out pretty well rounded and I raised my kids to go to church on special occasions and taught them to be kind and none Judgmental my daughter is now 18. I put her on bc at age 15 when she became active. Religion can make you more disciplined but also niave and to caught up in being “good”. I consider myself a very loving, kind, spiritual person. But I still have issues with sex. Was that the religious control? Or being taught it’s ok to be promiscuous by my father. or the mixed messages of both. I drink and smoke pot but not in excess and I’m very open minded. Not at all Religious I’m open with my kids about everything. And they confide in me and trust there secrets with me.
To sum it up I think it’s best when your raising kids not to have secrets. Be open with them and they won’t feel ashamed about there urges. You should be able to confide in your parents. Your parents should be the one you come to. Not hide from in fear of religious rules.

[Orange85]

Also my mom was emotionally smothering and my dad was non emotional. So now I swing back and forth in relationships from being emotionally overbearing to cold and distant.

[vald9inches]

I would have loved to have a mother and parents like you! Your children are very lucky to have you as their mother! Funny enough my parents were similar to yours lol

[Orange85]

Thanks could be worse all they disagreed on was drugs pot and sex!! Other than that we all spent time together dad mom step parents siblings… lot of love

[CalmMind]

Authoritarian. Belts, fists, and walls were a regular fixture in my childhood. I don't put hands on my kids outside of the occasional flick behind the ear when their attitude doesn't match their stature. I tend to be the "disciplinarian" out of my ex and me. By that I'm typically the one teaching about responsibility, owning your mistakes, etc. And punishment is typically in the vein of consequences. Example being if one of them has dishes and I find a greasy dish that whole load gets redone. I'm not talking about a microscopic spec either; my son, love him to death, but he cannot scrub dishes to save his life lol. But I also try and show them how to be independent. I taught them how to cook at a young age. My daughter and I are learning how to mend clothes (I had no idea so it's a mutual thing). And my youngest son who is 2 is learning how to interact with animals currently with my mom's chickens. Also we all four of us have a science day during the week where we pic a topic and try an experiment to test (soaking eggs in vinegar, perpetual pendulum, etc.). So yeah completely different from my upbringing and by design.

[melanieeeB]

Uhm my father was Neglectful, violent and abusive
My mom later was Uninvolved. There was some small discipline and a lack of communication.
Plus a big absent, she was nearly never at home and when she was, she was in her room watching her shows. Leaving me all by myself.
She cared a lot about my grades but didn't do anything to help me get better or she didn't go to the school meetings or come to my competitions, she was just mad at me for not being the best.

I will say it shaped me in a positive-negative way.
I'm really caring, affectioned and I do like to help others, listen and be there and just be a person, I wished I had.
Also I'm damn independent, I can do literally anything on my own.
But I don't ask for help often or I don't really trust people, I expect the worst from others and I'm basically just waiting for others to hurt me, leave me or just don't really care.
Mostly I'm asking my friends and ex, if they're sure that they do wanna do something for me or like "you don't have to do this for me, it's okay" when they literally just wanted to give me a glass of water or something lol.. I'm working on it

[Middleman]

C for me. I changed schools after my 2nd year during my high school/secondary because my first school (a state public school) failed me with no homework and no teachers to be found on many occasions. I was lucky to have some great parents who were very loving and supportive. They knew my grades were in trouble so made the decision to move schools. While the second private school was a great school the fees for it were costly (cost the price of a small car every year). I was the 2nd member of my family to ever attend a private school. As I knew my dad worked hard to support me, I wanted to make sure his trust and investment in me would not lead to disappointment. It didn't. One thing I remembered about the private school is how relaxed the environment was and attentive the teachers were. The quality of teaching was superb so it allowed me to fully focus on my studies. As I was really poor with maths coming from the state school it took me a long while to get my maths back in order but I got there in the end after 3 years of hard study. I excelled in academia from that point onwards and eventually got my college A-levels and BA degrees at uni.

But I also remembered there were guys I met in the private school who actually never seemed to appreciate their time there, and actually failed in their final exams (and I felt at the time, failed their parents also because of the money they'd spent to get them in there). They were the guys who mucked around in class all the time, sometimes would pick on me and never focused on their studies ever. There was more than a handful I saw. Sad considering I was only there for 3 years and they were there for the full 5. When I left the school at the final year end I saw and felt their disappointment when the results were announced, especially when they had to look their parents in the eye afterwards who were all eagerly waiting for them at the school gates.

[Pyrofox]

I've always enjoyed the long distance sniper styled parenting. That just blind side ya from smile away lol. I had one friend's dad who was a lip reading gigachad of a father lmao. Would figure out what we as a group were up to by just long distance analysis without even hearing us o... o. we'd be like talking about a sunset Cruise in the convertible and before we even get up their like dad would come like cruising through to get like an apple and would toss their kid the keys and be like. " I'm guessing y'all would be needing these." And carry on snacking lmao.

[MarkRet]

Mostly A. My dad lived by very strict rules, and thought that if he wasn't tough on me, I'd become the worst of delinquents. He was always telling me what not to do, but never encouraging me in things I COULD do. He was constantly disciplining me and swatting me, until one day I'd had enough, and cut him with a knife. After that, he got all smarmy with me, which was even more disgusting. My mother never really grew up from her childhood. She'd tease me, laugh about it, and gossip around about everything. She'd tell me to stand up for myself, but then be the biggest coward when she needed to stand up. She was scared of her own shadow.

They were both kind of broken in their own way, but never learned to grow up. In a roundabout way, they were positive, because they showed me what NOT to do as a parent. I've been a better parent to my two kids, despite all the shit I had to put up with from my parents.

[Thatgirlcvp]

Uninvolved/neglectful. But that was my dad.

My mom was really nice/nurturing and a friend.

Having a good relationship with my mom has kept me sane and happy.

My dad and I have a really bad relationship because he's a narcissist and he's always trying to take his anger out on me, belittle me, and tear me down (among many other things).

I used to be really distrusting of men. I would be skeptical and afraid whenever someone liked me. I always thought they were trying to use me for sex because that's how my dad raised me to think. That every guy is bad and none of them are good. My dad is a real piece of work so I ended up hating all men.

But I became religious and started praying a lot. Praying away all my hate and hurt feelings. And I'm a changed person. I may be too trusting of people now because I am getting hurt by people with ill intentions. I only see the good in people now I should try to be a little skeptical just to protect myself.

[anon1903]

Authoritative mom. I'm a dominant young woman because of it. Couldn't make enough friends because I was too rebellious and moody.

Neglectful dad. I've daddy issues. I like being called daddy. Many people say I'm 90% him, personality wise. I'm an antinatalist for that reason. I'm afraid I would be a neglectful parent myself.

You might say that maybe I'd be like my mean spirited mom if I ever become a parent. And I'd tell you no thanks. I wouldn't endanger a life to test out that hypothesis.

[Adronicus]

I was raised by a single mom that smothered me with love & raised me as a nice guy... I've been taking care of her since I was 19, I love her & sacrificed so much for her. I'd say it's been a negative impact. She told me 5 years ago the guy I thought was my dad wasn't. I don't bother with relationships, its not right if I'm unable to dedicate myself to a partner because im paying for anothers mistakes. Thats what love is though, sacrifice & its not something I ever want to experience again.

[Moose304]

My parents raised me in a conservative religious way. My father taught me the value of a work ethic and my mother taught me to stand my ground if I am in the right. My father also taught me to not suffer fools or foolish behavior well. If you are waiting to see if I will be critical of my religious upbringing, well you will have a long wait. While I chose to not follow my parent's examples with regard to religion. I still will not be critical of them or religion in general. What worked for my parents was never going to work for me.

[ADFSDF1996]

A hybrid of authoritative and permissive.

The more I proved to be a disciplined child/teen the more permissive they got, to the point they simply trusted me and let me be myself but still offered guidance and nurture.

I am blessed to have grown up in a nurturing household.

[Anonymous]

My parents are good, we had rules, schedules, also good family time. I think the only thing I wish is that they had been a bit more strict about my behaviour, parents have to be the guides of their kids because kids and teens are kinda stupid and they want to make stupid decisions all the time. At 15 I got brainwashed into being trans and that was allowed to go way too far because they didn't know what to do and they were very permissive with self expression which needs to have a limit when you're so young, and also, permanent body modifications are not a form self expression.

That's something I keep in mind for when I have my kids some day. I commented this story because of all the bs going on this days related to gender and permissive parents putting their kids and teens in hormonal alterations experimental treatments.

[LovingLoverReturned]

Nota. None of The Above

Lol I'm still unsure of my father's parenting style.. he isn't strict but my mother was both very nurturing, leaving open communication and like a friend while disciplining us. We turned out to be very well behaved in sociap settings and have good relationships

[LovingLoverReturned]

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[Smashingdoozy]

Authoritative I guess but not strict. I never had rules, but rather consequences of my actions. Basically gentle parenting. My dad was better at it than my mom, she was always worried for my safety because I got hurt A LOT so she started coddling me a little when I was just with her.

[MTC29]

My mother was a single mom and was very strict. She also had high expectation for everything that my sister and I did, whether it was our school grades, or our chores around the house. I adapted to this much better than my younger sister, who staged a number of minor rebellions.

Speaking for myself, my mom was generous with praise, even for my slightest accomplishments, was a constant source of encouragement, and she supported me in everything that I did.