Replying to @⁨TheReanuKeeves@lemmy.world⁩

At least as an orphan there’s some oversight.

“Abusive” can mean anything from occasional shouting, to locked in a closet and starved.

If as an orphan I end up placed with some fundamentalist Christian family, that would be worse than occasionally being yelled at, but better than being locked in a closet.

So, it comes down to what the person imagines “abusive” being.

Replying to @⁨TheReanuKeeves@lemmy.world⁩

I had both. I was orphaned by my living parents, and then raised by my super abusive adopted Step father. Saw my mom sometimes.

My bio dad fully fucked off, and honestly, growing up respected him more than my step father who preached “family first” and …didnt live it. I framed it as, if he cant be responsible for kids, least he walked away instead of making us his punching bag.

My mom, I hate the most because she shrugged off all her parental responsiblilities, while maintaining a drug problem and once a month visitation “im sorry you kids have to deal with your father, your complaints are all the reasons I left him, but there is nothing I can do to help you in this obviously horribly abusive situation”. paraphrased obvs. but I hate my mother most. Havnt seen my step dad since I was 16. I actually hate him the most, but it doesnt sting as much as what my bio parents, my mom mostly, did.

Orphan, hands down. My step father’s bio kids (I was raised with) are so much more fucked up than me. I could always fall back on “dudes not my blood, cant wait to get out of here” as a young person.

Orphan all the way. Least I started my life (found out I was adopted at age 6) with the truth I was gonna be on my own, just had to make it to 18 and get free.

Also, if you come from a good family and become an orphan that sucks. But it is much worse to watch the people who are supposed to care for you, abuse you instead. You are losing your parents one way or the other.

Replying to @⁨TheReanuKeeves@lemmy.world⁩

FYI abusive and neglectful is a redundant statement.

I am going to with “The Devil You Know” approach to this.

I was raised by an abusive and neglectful parents and while it was hell, there were some freedoms. Unlike my three siblings I managed to survive my childhood. When I was a teenager me and three buddies drove to DC to see three days of The Greatfull Dead, Bob Dylan and Tom Petty concerts.

We slept in tents in RFK stadium parking lots, did lots of acid, smoke a bunch of dope and had a blast.

I was never an Orphan so I have no point of reference for that existance.

So my answer is neglectful.

Replying to @⁨TheReanuKeeves@lemmy.world⁩

People who are orphans generally don’t understand the experience of abusive parents.

People with abusive parents generally don’t understand the experience of being an orphan.

People with their own problems generally don’t understand the experience of other people’s situations as a mere observer, and cannot properly evaluate the two comparatively.

Replying to @⁨TheReanuKeeves@lemmy.world⁩

I had abusive and neglectful parents and I wished I was an orphan as a kid. After having met people who grew up in the system, I’m pretty sure I was better off. The system can be way worse than my parents were at their respective worst and my parents were way better than the system at their respective best. My therapist says I have a bit of a complex for downplaying my experiences though, so maybe I don’t know.