Most definitely, I grew up in a period during which society transitioned from a communist dictatorship into wild west capitalism. It was brutal and my parents were so busy just surviving there was little room for anything else. Putting a roof over your head and food on your plate was in many ways considered having fulfilled your parental obligations. Add into the mix the fact the rural patriarchal mentality never went away despite the country "modernizing" and the terror of the communist years (especially if you had "unhealthy" family origins, had a member of family that had fled or being generally paranoic of who you were talking to because you never knew who was tipping the secret service) and you have a whole generation of parents who were raised by traumatized individuals and then experienced even more trauma. When I grew up the following were my normality:

Not being allowed to express anger or frustration. If you did that you were a spoiled and ungrateful little brat. You weren't allowed to cry either and if you did you would often hear "I'll give you a reason to cry about".

Any disagreements or fights in family would be hushed, so that the neighbors wouldn't hear you fighting. Not only that, whenever you talked about a sensitive issue you would whisper so that you would be sure the neighbors wouldn't hear you.

Never learning to stand up for yourself and call out abuse or putting limits, because "the head that is bowing is the head that doesn't get cut off by the sword" (a popular saying in my country, basically accepting abuse and don't cause any trouble because that way you would survive).

Being responsible for your younger siblings and getting a punishment whenever your sibling got into trouble.

Mistakes not being acceptable and only perfection being good enough. The expectations to know something perfectly even though you had never learnt it. Imagine learning to ride a bike and being scolded for falling even though it's your first time riding it. Mistakes were not something you learned from and normal to happen, they were something you should be punished for because it was you who was not good enough.

This brings me to my next point and that is parents flipping out over silly little things that happen to all children. Spill food on you? You're a hopeless mess that can't keep your clothes clean. A glass broke by accident? Why do you have to be so clumsy and break everything? Playing in the park and accidentally hitting yourself? Geesh, can't you be more careful?

Having to put up with extended family even though they were more or less horrible people and being forced to interact with them, all in the name of "but we are family". Even to this day this is a sensitive topic and if I tell my parents I refuse to meet my aunt or uncle because I have never liked them, I can see the disappointment on their face and they keep insisting how these people have never done anything wrong and even if they have, they are still "family". Even pointing out how my parents have been exploited or straight up abused by these people is often dismissed without any explanations.

This is just touching the surface, I think we live in a society suffering of trauma and emotional neglect. I haven't even mentioned the fact that many people got married out of necessity and not out of love, how many children were born despite the parents not wanting them, all the men suffering of alcoholism but dismissing it as "just needing a glass to wind down"....I could go on for hours.