I don’t know if I count as “the younger generation” (I’m 41), but my relationship with both my parents was rocky. Because I was a mouthy, unhappy kid (who was also battling anxiety and depression, as I still do), my father stopped speaking to me, period, when I was eight. Between then and when he died when I was twenty-four, we maybe had… five? conversations. I’m sorry, but I think that if you decide to have kids, you don’t just then decide that you’re no longer speaking to your eight-year-old because they’re a handful – he was the adult. My mother had other issues.
What are our responsibilities if we have bad parents? I would say my father, though he supported me financially, was not a good parent. My mother tried much, much harder but definitely made some of my innate psychological hurdles worse.
This is, I suppose, hijacking the topic, but it got me thinking. What constitutes respect in cases of emotional abuse like my father and me – what constitutes respect in cases of serious abuse?
(FYI, I have mentioned this in Confession.)
Just musing on that.
Francesca
I’m 39. I’d consider you my generation, not ‘the younger generation’

What defines a good parent? We have very different parenting standards from previous generations. My mother was emotionally distant and worked outside the home, leaving me to care for my three younger siblings all the time. My dad did whatever he wanted and frequently would spend evenings ‘out’ not drinking, but going to libraries and researching whatever topic caught his fancy that week.
They didn’t coddle me. I didn’t hear ‘I love you’ a lot. And I hated them. I was a horrible daughter. I blamed them for me not having a happy life and being a princess.
I was also an unhappy, mouthy kid. I was undisciplined. I was a lot of things. But was that my parent’s fault? They are not perfect. They did the best they could.
I think in our current atmosphere of coddling children, not disciplining them, or even teaching them the difference between right and wrong (our OP is a fine example of this…he came here because he was not sure if he had been disrespectful. ), we think it acceptable to blame our parents for ‘victimizing’ us.
My personal response to myself when I finally recognized this in my own behavior was ‘stop whining, forgive them and move on.’
Your dad stopped talking to you. Maybe he couldn’t cope because he didn’t know how. Maybe his parents never taught him how to deal with a mouthy, unhappy child.
I figure if they didn’t beat or torture you and made an attempt to teach you how to survive as an adult, good on 'em. We do the best we can.
And my life (since I disrespected, willfully and maliciously, reviled, and hurt my parents because my unhappy life was ‘their fault’) has been a horrible one up until I came home to God and determined to change things. In short, I believe that God cursed my life because I treated my parents horribly. I believe he ended my cousin’s at 26 for the same thing. My aunt’s at 50 for the same thing.
Don’t hold them responsible for you being unhappy. If you have depression, etc. It’s not their fault or yours. It just is. Forgive and move on. You’ll be much better for it.
Our responsibilities are the same toward parents good or bad. ( I do, however draw the line at parents that commit sexual sins or beat their children senseless …and please note I stated beat, not discipline. There is a difference).
You show them respect regardless. You care for them in their old age. You do not speak of them in a bad way publicly, etc. It is the same. Now, as an adult, you don’t have to be buddies, but you do have a responsibility to remain ‘in the family’. God put you there for a reason. It might be hard, but it is what he gave you to work in and through.