Let's reclaim the old Askville with some intelligent discussions: when/how did you learn that adults can get it wrong?

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1 Nobody has taught me more about how adults can get it wrong than my stepson. When he was young, he was such a dear, sweet boy. As he grew up and found the best way he knew how to deal with the conflict between his mom and dad, he turned into someone who isn't very nice, particularly to me.As he grew bigger and stronger, he took his frustrations out on me and my young children and he continues to do things intentionally to hurt us.

Still, I love that boy and hope beyond hope that he will somehow find a way to be happy and healthy. My door and my heart will always be open to him and I am so grateful to him for teaching me that adults don't always get it and for teaching me how to truly love unconditionally.

Nobody has taught me more about how adults can get it wrong than my stepson. When he was young, he was such a dear, sweet boy. As he grew up and found the best way he knew how to deal with the conflict between his mom and dad, he turned into someone who isn't very nice, particularly to me.As he grew bigger and stronger, he took his frustrations out on me and my young children and he continues to do things intentionally to hurt us.

Still, I love that boy and hope beyond hope that he will somehow find a way to be happy and healthy. My door and my heart will always be open to him and I am so grateful to him for teaching me that adults don't always get it and for teaching me how to truly love unconditionally.

2 I learned adults can get it wrong as soon as I became one myself - HUG TO YOU MAMASU- you are a rock.

I learned adults can get it wrong as soon as I became one myself - HUG TO YOU MAMASU- you are a rock.

4 You know, I don't think I ever had it. I remember disagreeing with my teachers back as far as I have memories. But the ones that stick out in my mind are the one where _I_ was wrong.

I recall arguing with a teacher in fourth grade over whether "red" was a noun or an adjective. She said (correctly) that red could be a noun, while I was still stuck on red being an adjective. But her example of "red" as a noun was wrong.It has been decades since then, and I remember it as if it were yesterday.

My own screw-ups stick in my head forever.

You know, I don't think I ever had it. I remember disagreeing with my teachers back as far as I have memories. But the ones that stick out in my mind are the one where _I_ was wrong.

I recall arguing with a teacher in fourth grade over whether "red" was a noun or an adjective. She said (correctly) that red could be a noun, while I was still stuck on red being an adjective. But her example of "red" as a noun was wrong.It has been decades since then, and I remember it as if it were yesterday.

My own screw-ups stick in my head forever.

5 For me I think it was when I was 11, and my mom started having a nervous breakdown. She had all sorts of delusions, and confided in my sister and I. She thought the house was wired, and that my dad was having an affair, and plotting all sorts of unmentionable things.

I wasn't close with my father at all - he was really strict, and a hard nose, and she was my savior. At first I believed the stuff she told me, because I trusted her completely, but as time went on I realized that none of it was true, and she had turned into a stranger to me. A real wake up.

Very hard to take. She had to go into an institution for almost a year, and even after she came out nothing was the same. Eventually things got back to normal, but I think that was it for me.

For me I think it was when I was 11, and my mom started having a nervous breakdown. She had all sorts of delusions, and confided in my sister and I. She thought the house was wired, and that my dad was having an affair, and plotting all sorts of unmentionable things.

I wasn't close with my father at all - he was really strict, and a hard nose, and she was my savior. At first I believed the stuff she told me, because I trusted her completely, but as time went on I realized that none of it was true, and she had turned into a stranger to me. A real wake up.

Very hard to take. She had to go into an institution for almost a year, and even after she came out nothing was the same. Eventually things got back to normal, but I think that was it for me.

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Haven't been at Askville for ages... Logged in now and reached a new planet. No more comments? No discussions?

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.