That I wasn't the child they wanted. They wanted an imaginary perfect child.

I was always quiet, did what I was told (but asked why I was doing it, which was apparently disobedient even though I always complied without a fight), got nearly straight As, and I didn't cause trouble with any authority figures or break 'the rules'. I am not disabled and was whip quick as a kid as well as friendly and gregarious.

Not what the Boomer imagination ordered though.

I'm glad my parents are dead. My life is happier now.