My life didn't matter to them
I'm probably not alone in feeling like because I was the youngest, the black sheep and on the spectrum, whatever I had going on mattered the least, or not at all.
Sure every parent has been harsh to some degree on their children regarding things they wanted but surely the line stops before passions, career choices and hobbies.
I still get angry at how little I respected myself after internalzing that I didn't matter for roughly 25 years and some.
Anything you guys want to say on the matter or share how this resonates with you, let's help eachother feel less lonely.