That's true. My parents were great and all, but they were old. I mean like... really old. They were both already in their forties when I was born. So they couldn't relate. They didn't understand the things that I was going through or dealing with day to day. That made it hard to talk to them about stuff.
I think maybe if there had been some place that I could go where I felt safe and I could have fun and maybe talk to other people who knew what kind of shit was going down, I wouldn't have ended up such a fucking mess.