How do you emotionally deal with realizing your parents may never love you the way you needed?
For a long time, my parents’ struggles and sacrifices were one of the biggest motivations behind my ambition. I genuinely wanted to build a life where I could take care of them and make them proud.
But after living away from home for years, I’ve slowly started realising that, emotionally, they often don’t show up for me the way I hoped they would.
For example, when I’m seriously unwell or struggling alone abroad, they rarely follow up or check in beyond a surface-level conversation. They also don’t seem to remember important details about my life, even after years.
What’s hardest is that now my mind keeps replaying older memories too — moments where I felt emotionally unseen, uncared for, or less important than I wanted to feel as a child.
And it’s confusing because the very people who were once the source of my drive and emotional meaning now also seem connected to a lot of sadness and disappointment.
How do people emotionally process this without becoming bitter or emotionally numb?
Has anyone gone through a similar shift in how they see their parents?