Please release it here, let it go so you can move on. What are your most painful childhood Christmas memories?

Question

After seeing some people stories of horrific Christmas', maybe if you get it off your chestand type it out and hit enter, it will help you heal.

Get it off your chest.
Sit there and cry... begin to get past it all.

Please... share it here..

Maybe you can move on and realize there is nothing you can do to change the past but, maybe you can create new, happier Christmas memories for yourself and your loved ones.

Answer 1

When I was a kid, every christmas we would run to the tree for our gifts. Sometimes there were gifts and sometimes there were not.

My father would sit there staring at us with a crazy look in his eyes. As we tore open the paper, he seemed to get more and more aggitated ... by the sound... or what, I don't know.

If we did not thank him profusely and pretend to like the item we recieved, he would tear it up or smash it and scream at us for being ungrateful and how he hated kids and never wanted any children. It was my mother fault for getting pregnant. He wished none of us were ever born.

Then, he would get really drunk by 10 in the morning.

He would hit us with his belt, and tell us to shut up and stop our FAKE crying.

He would sit there and bark out orders at all of us and than usually beat my mother with his fists while we hid under the bed waiting for him to pass out so we could help mama clean up all the broken stuff off the floor and get rid of the christmas tree before he woke up and go into another rage over how we ruined his christmas.

When we went back to school, we would try to hide our bruises and watch with tears in our eyes as all our classmates showed off the nice clothes and other stuff they got for christmas.

To this day, christmas makes me almost suicidal.
Thanks for asking. It makes me feel a lot better to tell about it.

Answer 2

Christmas was horrible while I was growing up. My father, like many alcoholics, seemed to go off the deep end during the holidays. I always felt ashamed and fearful. There was the Christmas he was raging with DTs, the Christmas he stumbled into the tree, knocking it over and smashing all the ornaments. When I was a kid I thought other families had idyllic Christmases, and that our family was the only one in chaos (this was before people were so open about drug/alcohol problems -- it was a deep, dark, shameful secret). Of course, I learned later that many, if not most, families have some holiday horror going on. I still struggle at Christmas time every year, not only because of those sad childhood memories, but because Christmas time marks the anniversary of my first husband's death, who died on Dec. 20 in 1987, of cancer. He was only 32. My sister died six weeks later; she was only 33. Then in 1992 my father, in a final burst of alcoholic fervor, decided to eff up one final holiday by dying on Christmas eve. I have a son; I try to make his Christmases peaceful and happy but I still always feel very sad inside at this time of year. Good luck to everyone trying to heal painful memories!

Answer 3

Wow! I know you've asked for childhood memories, but I am 46 years old and a lot of those memories have been suppressed or gotten over.

Being raised in a dysfunctional family was difficult....all the outward "show" of being normal and not realizing that we were dysfunctional, has made an interesting (not) character out of me. I've carried a lot of that crap around and early in my marriage I was a miserable. I am in my 25th year of marriage and once I had a child I decided a lot of that stuff that went on while I was growing up was going to end with me. I was not passing that legacy on.

I guess all the build up of "perfect presents" and being asked what I wanted Santa to bring, and of course being a kid I asked for a lot of stupid stuff. And then being disappointed with the things I got, or a lot of times, I would ask for board games or things to play with other children and not being able to have friends....yes you heard me right, we weren't really allowed to have friends....friends got you into trouble....I didn't have anyone to play with the stuff I got for Christmas.

I reallize a lot of things about people my age is we had parents who grew up in depression era times and Christmas was an opportunity for their parents to "splurge" on them.....but the whole Santa thing...I think our time/era has outgrown it. I may be looked upon as a scrooge or bitter person, but seeing how my daughter has turned out without the influence of Santa makes me happy. I'm just sorry our parents were of an era where they "bought" into everything that was marketed.

I hope anyone else who writes and answers this question will also know that I will read and sympathize with them. The season is a time for purging bad stuff and getting ready for spring.

God Bless You All

Answer 4

My dad always burned the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. It was kind of sad, but it wasn't the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I don't really need to release many emotions, I just try to do things better than my parents did for me. That is all the help I need.

Answer 5

On Christmas eve my hollow kinfolk and all our associates could visit the pub!! i could play video games with the different teenagers which in specific circumstances (properly all of the time) could contain pranking!! while it have been given late we would all go residing house mutually and have warm chocolate in front of a boiling fire!! while all people went residing house we would go as much as mattress and attempt and fall asleep which became into troublesome cos we've been so excited approximately Santa!! On Christmas morning we would awaken fairly early and run downstairs to work out what Santa had further!! We have been basically allowed to open Santa's provides!! we would spend something of the morning attempting to wake our parents so shall we open something of our modern!! while all people became into up we would shred the paper off all our modern!! We went to my nans residing house for Christmas dinner and opened the provides she had have been given for us!! all of us could sing songs and play board video games!! On boxing day we went to the pub and performed an excellent style of pool!! It became into the fuzzily feeling that mad me sense happy that's what i admire approximately Christmas!! Amanda-Lee age14

Answer 6

I was raised as an only child ( have siblings but my mother gave to different relatives to raise ) and everyone always thought I was spoiled but I actually never had a birthday OR Christmas growing up. both mother and step dad too busy partying and drinking to give me those kind of good memories.

Answer 7

On Christmas morning we all ran downstairs to find out what Santa had brought us the night before; had I got the Red Rider bb gun I'd always wanted? Did my sister Suzie get the doll she asked for? Did Uncle Joe get a new pipe? Did my brother Thomas get the electric train set he wanted?

No.

The only thing Thomas got was cancer.

Answer 8

I remember, back in the day. Back when I was 16 years old...
The presents, there were so many, we had a house then, and a christmas tree. It was an old house, it had its problems. But it was our house.

Then the gas leak happened. It was christmas morning, and we all went down to the tree as usual, grandfather was in his rocking chair, trying in vain to light his pipe. I thought nothing of it, I was happy, it was just another christmas. And then I was engulfed in flames.

I dont remember much of what happened, But I do remember the screams. I still dream about them at night, and when I wake up, it is only to realize that I am the one screaming.
I remember afterwards looking at the piece of flesh where my arm used to be, and cursing fate.

The doctors told me later, that I had been in a coma for 20 years, I dont believe them, maybe I'm still asleep. Maybe, maybe, when I wake up it will all be allright, the pain will go away.

They thought I was crazy then, I told them the same thing I tell you now. They found me floating in a river, they said, next to a sewage pipe. Yeah... right.

I don't know if I can face reality again. I might go back on the drugs to fill the empty space inside me. I used to hear them call my name everyday but Yahoo took me to a land far away where they couldn't reach me but now I hear susurations on the wind calling
.....Raven..Raven...you need us....we need you....we were so good together....you remember all the great times we had....that time you sold your kidney and then got really f*ed up and fell in the river and your wound went septic......remember how we laughed......we used to laugh a lot Raven......you aren't laughing now.......come back.

Answer 9

I was about to answer but my story is not so bad I guess. Give the points to someone else.

Answer 10

I wish my husband could. time has a way of healing, but it sure was hard holidays 10 years ago.