Not the same kind of privileged that most are talking about here. I grew up in an abusive & narcissistic household. Our society has this moronic notion that family is everything. & that blood is the most important thing.

Friends always have something to say about my not being in contact with my family. Shit like "you'll regret not talking to them when they're gone" and "but they are you're family" & my favourite "you should be grateful to your Mum for her bringing you into this world".

People always seem to assume that everyone else's upbringing was just as peachy as theirs. They are very quick to make judgments, tell you to forgive or give other BS advice as if they could possibly understand anything about the hell that I've had to go through.

I usually try to ignore it. But if they become overbearing about it I deal with it by sharing little snippets of my childhood with them like that one evening when I was memorising the alphabet for 7hrs straight without a water or toilet break & eventually became so sleepy that messed up the order of my Q's & P's & ended up getting a pair of sewing scissors thrown at my head. It took hours to staunch the bleeding & that was the first time my four year old self wasn't allowed to go into school the next day as apparently I was sick & had tired myself out by playing too much that weekend.

That is only one minor example of what my folks are like. Usually when confronted with such riveting tales from my childhood they then either A) apologise profusely B) become awkward as hell C) tell me that's in the past & that I need to forgive. If they fall into the later two categories I just cut them out of my life.