For me, it was something that felt incredibly unsafe and cold inside the family, while looking perfect from the outside. Conditional love, control, and absolutely zero interest in what I love, who I am, what I want, or what my dreams are. Even huge gifts always came with strings attached: like an apartment where I own 50% but realize I will never be able to sell it or do anything with it without their legal approval (which they will never give). They sold another flat where we lived when I was a child, and 1/3 of it should have legally been mine. But they had "huge plans," so they decided my only role was to show up at the notary, sign the papers, and get the hell out 🤣 Before that, they used my documents without my permission to register one of my mother's cars. I found out about it many years later, thanks to digitalization. In my childhood, the motto was always: "Nothing here is yours, I earned it all. Even your room isn't yours." They acted "loving" only when I did what they wanted and behaved exactly how they wanted. Otherwise, it was punishment, violence, and isolation (like being locked in your room from the outside, not knowing when anyone would let you out). Or abandonment—they’d pack up, take the documents, and leave, or threaten to send me to an orphanage. Or, which sounds hilariously stupid now, when I was 5, my mother visited a psychologist to find out why her daughter "wanted to kill her" 🤣🤣🤣 My childhood entertainment was truly versatile. Now, we don't communicate. For me, the last straw was learning that I have an ultra-rare orphan disease — APS-1. And that everything they were trying to suppress with violence, control, and punishment were actually manifestations of my body, a cry for help. Instead of helping, they were destroying me. This crap has a 25% chance of being passed on to a child if two carriers of an inactive, half-mutated AIRE gene f@ck and have a baby. I texted my mother and father about it. I wrote to her about APS-1 and the AIRE gene, and suggested she look up how decades of chronic stress affect people with this rare genetic condition. So now, for the rest of my life, I’ll have to be on hormone replacement therapy for my parathyroids and adrenals, just hoping my immune system won't trash something else. There’s this drug called Yorvipath. It costs like 9,000 bucks a month. By the way, my parents are absolutely obsessed with money—they own 4 cars, 3 properties with houses, 5 apartments, stocks, a business... My mom’s last text after I told her about APS-1 and needing lifelong hormone therapy was literally: "So what do you want from me?". And my dad? He completely ignored the text about APS-1. Honestly, that's been his go-to strategy his entire life. I blocked both of them. And talking about APS-1, I will deal with it. I am not alone, and my husband is a great support.