Daily Question of the day 02/25/15

Good morning! here´s the Question of today!


7.- During your Childhood, do you had difficulties on your family? ( I mean economical, bullying, constantly move of citys, lack of primary services, etc, ) :indiff:

Well, I was the 2 of 4 brothers,... (thanks to God they still alive yet,) sometime we spend hard times (about economical issues) because my father not always was a risponsable person about finantial row, but, thanks to God always we had to eat, and school, but in the bottom I always I wanted to more...
When I had 8 years old I was lucky and my parents can pay me a trip to USA, I went to San Antonio Texas, & Florida to meet Disney... :touch:
The economical position of my country not alwas was great and this make it more hard .

Good question @CoolCat.

I was the youngest of 7 siblings. Economically we were in the lower part. My parents worked long hard hours to be able and make sure we had everything we needed. The closest we ever came to taking a vacation was going to visit family in another state. We may not have had much material possessions but we had everything we needed in order to survive.

I am blessed to have had two parents who instilled hard work, honor and good ethics in my life. I have taken the things they taught me and am now teaching to my daughters. I hope they will in turn teach their children.

To some degree, I could say yes to all of those.  But, not as badly as many others.

We certainly had economical issues.  My dad didn't make a lot until he was well into his 50's and mom, was a stay at home mom until about that age also but when she did go to work, it was a minimal help - more to give her some extra cash which got spent on the family for things such as gifts.  It also helped give her a better sense of herself, and gave her self-worth other than the great job of being a mother and wife.  By the time their financial picture was better, I was long gone from home so didn't benefit from it.

We did have everything we needed, although not as much as we probably wanted.  We had a home, with some help from my father's sister financially on the down payment.  We never went hungry, but there weren't many "extras" - I rarely remember there being enough to have second helpings.  I had my own bedroom finally instead of sharing with two other of my siblings as we had to in the apartment we grew up in prior.

We moved when I was 10-1/2 to another state.  This was a big change for me since I was one of the popular kids at school growing up and once we were in a new environment, I was viewed as the new weird girl and yes, somewhat bullied at times.  But bullying was different back in the 1960's and 70's than it is now so - not quite as harsh and certainly not violent.  Once I left high school, that all changed again anyway - my college friends were awesome.

Overall, I think it was a fairly normal life.  Probably most people experience some kind of negative experiences growing up.  It isn't possible to be immune from it.  

Money was always tight when I was young. :nod:

Economical as well. My parents have both worked two jobs on and off. By the time I was starting school, my brothers were looking into college and university so my parents had to juggle the needs of young adults with a young child. I didn't get any hand me downs from my brothers due to the large age gap, and the gap of a separate marriage. We never went on family vacations, but we would do small day trips whenever possible while I was young. They always found a way to make memories.

If you had asked me as a child whether or not we had difficulties, I wouldn't have known though - we had everything we needed and thensome, but to this day I don't know what sacrifices were made. I got a lot of what I wanted, and I was taught to be wise with what I wanted and what I would ask for. My parents never led on that they had any hardships. They taught us to be hard workers and to take pride in our work, no matter what line or industry and for what wage, and to feel privileged that we can get, have, and keep the jobs that we do.

The small city we lived in was awesome and I loved it, but I only began to realize as I grew older that some people had malicious intent with some things said to me in my childhood, particularly in the case of racism. It's a great city, but it's predominantly Christian white/Italian families. I was bullied for being quiet, shy, and short, which I certainly did recognize as not-so-nice back then. Sad to say my parents have also suffered with jokes about race, language, and stature, which sucks to think about when for so long, you thought your parents were invincible heroes. People are real jerks, like or lump it.  

My mother had issues, not the normal mother child thing, she was under psychiatric care off and on as well as on tranquilizers the whole time that I was growing up.

We were comfortable economically and we stayed in the same place so no moving around.

I think all families have issues we just don't always see them from outside the family.

We had some difficulties.

We were always economically stable. My dad owned his own successful auto-repair business and my mom had decent jobs in accounts receivable / payable departments.

I was never really bullied, but I wasn't among the popular clique either. I had a good circle of friends.

When I was 15, my mom told me we were leaving to live with my grandmother about 15 miles away for awhile because she wanted to leave my dad. We spent 2 weeks at my grandma's before coming back home. So there were issues there/then.

When I was 17, three days after my junior year in HS ended, we moved pretty suddenly to North Carolina, where I spent my senior year and graduated. I was livid about that, it crushed me, being separated from my friends and family, the people I'd known my entire life (I ended up leaving NC shortly after graduating because of it, though did not go back to NJ like I imagined I would). My mom asked my dad for a divorce 3½ years ago, so things did not improve after moving, and it's still difficult when I go to their house, and I'm 28 now. They still live together, but despise one another (neither can afford to live without the other one), so it's always complaints about each other when I'm there.

I grew up as a Navy brat, mostly overseas. So financially there weren't any real problems---enlisted men don't exactly get big bucks but we were never in danger of going hungry or becoming homeless, and we always had medical care. We couldn't get everything we wanted, but then that's not good for you anyway :tongue2:. And being overseas does limit availability of some things, but also gives you access to things you wouldn't have in the US so I guess it evens out.

But of course this also meant that we moved a lot. Every 3 years, generally, although we did stay at one duty station for 2 tours, 6 years. So you can't have long-term friends. And we weren't around extended family, although with my extended family that might have been a good thing .

I was a quiet and shy child and did experience some bullying when I was in public school (hmm, I guess a DODDS school isn't really public. But you know what I mean). Nothing terrible though; can't get away with much on a military base. Family life-wise, it wasn't perfect but not too bad, all things considered. My dad was gone a lot and wasn't very involved in our lives, but he probably wouldn't have been very involved even if he had been home (due to his own childhood issues) so maybe it's best he was physically absent so we could blame the job instead of him.

We were fairly poor but blessed in a way because we learned honesty and hard work because of this.

Economically stable. Both my parents worked. I worked on saturdays from the age of 15. When my sister and I went to work proper we had to give mum 1/4 of our wages.
There may have been a little bit of verbal abuse but I never noticed it for what it was. My sister has enlightened me to stuff I missed or shut off.