Paranoia can also destroy relationships between families.
There was a case of a father in Australia who was accused of sexually molesting his daughter when she about 5. The mother saw the father put his hands between the childs legs in the car.
ONLY HE WAS REACHING FOR THE SEAT BELT.
Turns out that the daughter clearly remembers what happened when she’s a teenager, but under the emotional pressure from her mother could never clear the situtation when she was younger. Too late for the father whose life was destroyed.
The mother saw what she wanted to see.
I would suggest that some people here might still need counselling for a childhood even that still torments them today.
My older sister with whom I’m very close would often sometimes hit her children in uncontrolled anger. She went to a psychologist and it took a few years for her to get the behaviour corrected. Comes from being in a violent family.
My father used to be a drill instructer and sniper instructor in the army. So all of 7 kids got regular beatings for all sorts of reasons, sometimes cause the fucker just came home in a bad mood. Sometimes I had to wear long pants and long shirts sleeves in summer to hide the purple yellow bruising from the brass buckles on the canvas webbing… In the 1970’s that sort of thing wasn’t investigated in Australia.
Even my oldest sister had the living daylights smacked out of her by the old man for dating a guy at 17. The cops just said she must have deserved it and wouldnt press charges. Different today.
If I dwell on these things too long I get steamed. So I don’t dwell on them, but I do not forget.
My sister came to my wedding a couple of years ago and sat down with my son and explained our childhood. Now he’s seen me really angry, but I’ve never lost it and whacked him.
My old man was nasty bully, and I’ve only let my son meet him once, for about half an hour, by chance, in Brisbane. My father is nearing death, having had 2 strokes, the last one left him speechless and drooling. The old lady, well she’s doin her best to make out what great parents they were… I was a black sheep of the family, so I copped it worse. My twin sister was their darling angel, so if she said I did something bad that day… bam… I left home a week after I turned 16.
But 6 out of 7 the children were out of the house between 16, & 17. My twin sister made it to 19 until she got married.
I would say that too much repressed faults in earier years have led to the current paranoia today. No wonder nobody wants to be a teacher in Australia anymore.
The only good thing that came out of all those beatings was when a school bully in my year wanted to pick on me, cause I was considered a wimp at school. By the time he got done crawling away from me, with the other kids sniggering at him, I wasn’t picked on again. After all, how was he to know my father could belt me ten times harder. I got packed off to a boys boarding school, where military cadet service was the go.
The good thing about pain, it reminds you your still alive.
Yes, back to topic…your personal problems follow you no matter where you go…so after a few years in several different countries if you have the same problems then maybe you should see a good shrink.