My childhood was marked by a tension between privilege on the one hand and emotional dysfunction on the other.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had a very difficult childhood. I was surrounded by people who had both parents, which made me feel different. Having a bit of a rougher existence early on, it made me appreciate the work ethic that my grandparents instilled in me.
A lot of positive psychology is stuck in being the psychology of privilege, and I reject that.
My father grew up in a life of extreme privilege.
I had this rare privilege of being able to pursue in my adult life, what had been my childhood dream.
I wasn't happy at all as a child. I was very privileged and knew extraordinary people, but I felt very lonely: my mother thought I was extremely difficult and my grandmother was extremely severe.
I had a wonderful childhood, which is tough because it's hard to adjust to a miserable adulthood.
I have nothing to say about my childhood. It was a perfectly pleasant upbringing - it's not like it was unhappy or anything.
It is a rare privilege to watch the birth, growth, and first feeble struggles of a living mind; this privilege is mine.
I had a very rough and tumultuous childhood.
I didn't have a dysfunctional childhood or young adulthood, but I was somebody who was very much raised to do what other people told me to do as a person.