What was the worst fight your parents ever had? How did you deal with them fighting when you were younger...

My parents divorced when I was 10 or 11 don't remember exactly. I don't remember them ever fighting around me though.

I'm not a religious man, but I'm praying for you, user. I'm so sorry. Please know that you're still so, so young. Kill yourself, and you kill any chance of improvement or happiness you could have in the future. Life is so, so, so fucking hard. But I truly hope you can reach out to someone and get the help you need.

Thank you man I really appreciate your kind words. It's seems like over the past 3 years the damage I took in my childhood had started to leak out from my unconsciousness and that's been a huge cause of issues (not pertaining to drugs or alcohol or problems with the law) mostly mental state. Huge brain fog, living inside my head, anhedonia, and really crippling DPDR. I'm going to a psychiatrist now but it's just not doing much and my therapist fucking sucked.

Basically if I can summarize everything in my shit life it's like this.
>I feel that my heart(passions) and motivation have higher demands than what my brain can be expected to do.

It's over

I blocked it all out, I don't remember any of it. What I do remember is sleeping under the bar tables with the other kids that got brought to the drunk tank when I was a kid.

Doing badly at the moment. Not a fun time.

Obviously you know your situation far better than anyone else. Is this the only psychiatrist you've been to in recent years? Sometimes they're just not a fit. You can talk to them about this and see if they have a solution, or at the least a recommendation for someone you might click better with. I really do want you do to this, man, your life shouldn't be thrown away because some asshole is watching the seconds tick til his lunch hour while you're pouring your fucking heart out.

You may be expecting too much of yourself. I've been there so many times. Knowing your limitations, and coming to terms with them is incredibly difficult, but it's also necessary for your long term health. I recommend maybe looking into Jordan Peterson's stuff. He's a psychologist from Canada and he's done a lot to help me personally. One of the things he recommends when tackling a task is to be completely honest with yourself and admit how much, or how little you're willing to do. If you have to do an essay, are you willing to write a page? A paragraph? The first sentence? Any of these are okay, because it's progress. Are you willing to even open the book the essay is on? If you are, open it. And who knows, maybe, since you're there, you're willing to read the first couple of sentences, and it spirals from there.

my parents have a horrible relationship. every day of my life they get into some type of argument, once or twice a month it gets very bad, once every 6 months they have some type of explosive argument where things get flung around and they break things. police have come to my house a couple times because the neighbors called them. yelling, screaming, and things breaking has just been a normal part of my life for as long as i can remember. it still bothers me internally, but externally i know how to deal with it because i'm so used to it.

I'm sorry. I hope things improve for the both of you soon.

I wish you the best, my man. You have a difficult life ahead of you. I hope you'll eventually be able to accept what what done to you and work through it.

My parents used to yell and scream at eachother like every other night and my dad would throw things. They got divorced when I was five but my mom found out she was pregnant around that time so they tried to stay togetger another three years and it just got increasingly worse.
When my mom finally left my dad it was really nice for a while then after a couple of years she got with this new guy. They fight sometimes too, about once a month they'll fight for the weekend then get over it.
The worst one they ever had there was a lot of yelling and screaming and my stepdad punched a hole in the wall and threw something and broke a casserol dish in the kitchen and my mom told him if he was going to be so violent she didnt want him around us kids and that he would have to leave. (This was like 6 years after they'd been married and he was liveing with us and I think he at least kind of lived us because he was kind of crying and came into my room to tell me good buy and that he loved me and would always be there for me and my little sister if we needed him or wanted to see him.)
I was usually in my room when the fighting would start and would always get really quiet and try to listen to what was going on so I knew what they where fighting about.
If it was me or the house or the dogs or something I'd try to change it to make it better so they couldnt argue over it any more. If it was my little sister id try to make sure she wouldnt do what ever they faught about. I hated my step dad. He would always criticize anything my sister and I did as not being good enough. I didnt want my mom to have to fight him though and I didnt want him to ever hurt her over the fighting so I tried my best to eliminate what I could for them to fight about.
Just turned 21, moved out at 18 because I couldnt handle them. He got a job that keeps him mostly too busy to be at home being a dick so things are better at home for them and my little sister. Im getting my psyc degree next year.

Does constant verbal and emotional abuse count? My Dad has antisocial personality disorder (diagnosed) and my Mum has a severe case of schizoaffective disorder and he is legally her carer, but he does anything but "care" for her.

Every morning he wakes her from her sleep around midday by pouring water on her, screaming at her and calling her a fat cow. When I was a kid I thought it was a game and he let me join in, then as I grew up I realised the reality of it. He called her a fat pig, useless, says she will never amount to anything, says she will never be any better than she is now. Then he buys her junk food, chocolates, she can't even leave the house she's so fat so he is the only source of food.

I am I believed permanently broken from growing up in this environment. I am incapable of healthy relationships with women, and my hatred for authority is so extreme I don't think I'll ever be able to work one wagie job for more than a year.

I wish I could mercy kill her anons, my poor mum. I can't even go home to visit her because of my relationship with my dad. Poor mum... Poor mum...

I'm proud of you. I'm so fucking glad to hear things are better for you. I hope your sister knows this peace for the rest of her time in that house.

This is fucked up. I'm so sorry. Have you tried contacting the police?

He only beat me not her. What crime is there to report?

To start off, my family at that time (and to this day) had major financial issues as my dad lost his job and they start constantly fighting all the time, some days i stayed up until 5 in the morning because I knew that when I woke up I will have to endure their fighting. I also remember one day I woke up to the sound of them screaming at eachother. And one day it got so bad that the fighting got physical and they started almost beating other so me and my sisters had to stop them (I was 16 at the time), that day my dad got kicked out of the house and it was one of the very few times I saw him cry, that day will forever be burned into my memory.

Sorry, it's quite a horrifying story, but I guess no laws are actually broken. Have you considered reaching out to a women's shelter for help or advice? verbal and emotional abuse might not be illegal but they are definitely forms of abuse. What your mother is going through is fucking horrifying, and if there is anything LEGAL you can do to help her, I hope you do. Bless you, man.

Well she has Stockholm syndrome. They have been together for over 30 years now, and she knows no different. I have told her a million times that she should not have to tolerate being treated that way but she isn't mentally capable of realising it because of her schizophrenia.

It's ironic, she is on the strongest antipsychotic available and when she's off it she goes absolutely insane, but she is sane enough to realise that my Dad is evil. She stopped taking them once and attacked him with a frying pan and battered him over the head till he was pouring blood.

The truth is there's nothing, I've been wishing that corona gets her honestly. The only release for her is death. I would kill her myself if I was not a coward.

I've had to get between my parents too. It's one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, and my worst memory. How are they now?

I appreciate your kind words anyway user, I forgot to be thankful there. apologies.

All you can do is refuse to bring the same evil into the world. Be the good in the world you wish your mother had been exposed to. Good luck, brother.

It's inside of me unfortunately. I've learnt to suppress it but I am an awful amalgamation of both of my parents. I have my mothers despondence, apathy, bad habits, and my fathers rage and entitlement.

When they're both dead and I have no one left to answer to I will be the good, and blow my brains out so there's no chance my defective subhuman genes can be proliferated any longer.

My dad Beat my mom up all night and almost cut Heer ears off
I usually never said any thing but that time I yelled "STOP IT STOP IT ALREADY ENOUGH" they both looked at me for a second but then he continued, my brother dragged me into our room and we just shut the door.
I hid all the knives in our house after that and my sisters lsughed at me for it. (i was 9)

Hey sorry for the long wait, finally got out of bed and had something to eat...

This is the first psychiatrist I've been to (and he's okay), I started seeing him December of last year after a couple of months of being a total shut-in and my parents guilt tripping and threatening me. In about a month I dropped Uni and work, I literally couldn't think of a thing (back in February of last year). Anyways, the reason I had never sought a psychiatrist before was that I could cope pretty well by ignoring everything and just putting in more hours at Uni (since that's the only thing I care about life).
He's alright and I haven't been completely honest because I know he would put me on a ton of bullshit medication that would only make the cognitive declines worse.

I just feel like I could do the things I want to do if my brain would just get fixed. I put in so much effort to try to make up for the cognitive deficiencies (brain fog, being in my head, lack of attention).

I feel fucking retarded even writing this, I'm sorry dude

It got physically violent and I remember the cops coming into our house while my sister and I hid together, my dad ran off somewhere and I believe passed out drunk in a ditch at the local park. I was like 6 or 7. I remember sitting up late with my mom while she cried afterwards. Ah, memories