I Had A Good Childhood

My relationship with my father has been different. He used to drink a lot while when I was younger, but although he would come under those conditions, he still would have the time and dedication to play with me. When I was younger I used to spend lots of time with my father, he would try to show me how to repair cars, I remember getting all greasy by trying to help him, but after a while I was sent to live with my grandmother, so our

My relationship with my father had shaped all my experiences with my friends, family, school and even careers.

       I may not remember every moment I had with my biological parents, but I know my dad was always on a short fuse, and one day, he blew up. I actually find it coincidental now how I never liked him to begin with. Even when I was that age, I never let him carry me on his shoulders or toss me in the air like any normal and loving dad

Not having my biological dad for many years has been one of the hardest situations for me. I don’t recall the exact way how things happened but my mom has explained everything to me. My Father from the beginning said he didn’t want to have me but when I was born he changed his mind. For a while he accepted the fact he had a daughter but when I was two years old he decided to leave the house and never came back. He put a order against my

Growing up my biological father was not present. Thus he fails to appear in many of my childhood memories. However, if you were to ask any other person, chances are they know their father. If not, they do remember him and have a piece of him in their memory. Yet, this isn’t my case. Therefore growing up I made it a long term goal to meet my father. Yes, I may have meet him during the first few years of my life, as he was present there. However my memory does not trace back up to that point. I also do not have any pictures of him. I have been told that I show much resemblance to him, so I imagine him to have some of my own characteristics and features. His voice is faded but remains in the back of my memory.

Therapist: ( with no affect or intensity) What would you say if I told you that I thought you are really afraid of displeasing your father so much that you would avoid it all costs? Maybe you said mother because you think your father would not approve of your relationship. Maybe you do things such as show up late to appointments so you do have to address your feelings for your dad. Maybe you sleep around just to avoid dealing with the pain you feel everyday about not being the best son you could be. Maybe you even feel guilty for some of the feelings you have deep inside of you toward each of your

I did not have a good relationship with my paternal and maternal grandparents. My paternal grandfather and maternal grandmother have had passed away before I was born. Both of my paternal grandmother and maternal grandfather had a feudal view of male preferences. So they do not have a good relationship with my mother and with me as well. The view of male preferences have such huge impact on the family that it might break up the family. I have had witnessed many arguments in my family as a result of that. Fortunately, my parents still stay together until now. They got through all of those problems.

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

My dad’s ability to show love and affection was non-existent. I can’t remember ever telling either one of my parents that I loved them or hearing those words from them. I had to grow up quickly with an authoritarian dad. He expected his children to show respect to him as the father by always acting in a mature manner. My mom, at the time she was raising me, was unable to give of herself emotionally and that translated to a lack of warmth being physical displayed. I could always feel a warm gentleness that oozed from her, but she couldn’t convert that to any physical touch. With her permissive parenting style, she rarely disciplined me and she was always very accepting of any mistakes or mishaps that occurred. As a teenager, I felt like I could say things to her, but because of my anger at the double standard that was being lived out in our home, I chose to bottle up my angry words and stay quiet. That was

mother met my step-father a couple years after. Since then, I could say he’s been the greatest father ever. I was growing up with him, and I always viewed him as being my real father. I never had that father figure till he came. I mean I love him because he had the guts to accept my mother with a child. He turned out to be a good role model for me. He taught me morals and values, something my other father never told me. My step-father loves my mother. Both of them struggled economically at first, but they worked hard to raise me right and become the person they want me to become. I remember my step-father telling me that everything will turn out right. He wasn’t like other step-fathers who abuse their children.

Growing up with a father that was never around and a father figure that also left was hard, but it taught me that I don’t need a father to rely on. I have myself and my mom, and as long as I don’t forget who I am I

He always reassured me that I was his number one daughter. So, I never questioned if my father loved me. However, my mother never really kissed, hugged, and complimented me as a child. I always questioned if she loved me or even wanted me because she was never really affectionate. I later learned she only treated me the way she knew how. Her mother had died when she was 8 years old and she does not know her father at all. She had been raised by a family friend. Although they took very good care of her, they barely ever hugged, kissed or gave her compliments. It was not until I spoke with her about her lack of affection towards me did she realize how I felt. She now makes sure she hugs, kisses, and compliments me and my children. I believe my desire for touch or sometimes lack there stem from my

I never really knew my father when I was growing up. I was raised by my mother and my little brother's side of the family. My own family was across the ocean in California. By the time I was nine I

My Father and I used to have our Father-Daughter days that we would go out. We would talk about a variety of topics that I wanted to talk about. I was able to be open with my Father. He challenged me to think with our deep conversations about life and his expectations he had for me. I loved the time

A couple years later my mom starting dating a man who is now my stepdad. He never had kids of his own making it harder for him to communicate and understand a young person like myself. I would always try to act older when I was with him, maybe I could tell he had difficulty interacting with young kids. As a kid I would only talk to my mom it was to the point where I would tell my mom things to say to other people for me, my stepdad being in the picture taught me how to interact with someone besides my mom. He played a huge role in shaping me into a young adult.