Blooie, I am very sorry you feel this way. I grew up in a home where my father was very demanding. I was just never good enough. When I got a dog at age 11(with my money) and read dog magazines, learned to trim etc. etc. - he called me the "Dog nut." My mother started up with " if you don't stop talking about dogs, you won't have any friends."
Oddly enough my friends loved to hear about my dogs, and would come over to get advice from me about their dogs. I started having my articles published in the same dog magazines I first read. I brought one magazine to school to show my teacher. She thought it was wonderful (just a small filler piece).
When my parents came for school open house the teacher told my parents they must be very proud of my article being published. They were embarrassed because they never bothered to read it.
Went to high school - new friends not only were excited for me, they came to local dog show to cheer me on. My dog lost - he was only a $ 40. wonder. They didn't care- it was nice having them around.
Taught myself to trim dogs, my typing teacher was thrilled that I had dogs. My gym teacher turned out to have bought a kennel from someone I had known(slightly) and said she was raising and showing dogs - same breed I had. My geometry teacher showed me pictures of her dog (same breed as mine). What a small world, and none of them called me a dog nut. Only my family was ashamed of me.
I grew up NOT expecting any praise from my parents and it did hurt but, I persisted in being ME. Sure I cried a lot and thought if some dog fanciers were my parents, how different my life would be. Never happened though.
After high school I had my own grooming salon, I wrote for several dog magazines (no compensation) because I wanted to. I didn't get rich or famous but, I loved doing it.
I ended up with a breeding and show kennel and had many champions. But I was distraught when dogs would die. They have short lives compared to people but, my last oldies each made it to 14 years give or take a couple months. Losing them fairly close together I made the decision to not get anymore. I couldn't take their loss and I was developing my own health problems and couldn't afford healthcare for any new dogs and myself. Instead I love on the neighbor's dog.
I LOVE BYC because there are so many great folks to talk to (my siblings think I am nuts, and my son is undecided). It's not a popularity contest to me. When I latch onto something I love, I give it everything I've got. I'm not a quitter. I don't need people lining up to kiss my ring. As long as I enjoy the ride, I will keep on going. No rewards, no cash compensation, no thongs of adoring fans. I do it because I want to. I don't consider it a popularity contest - because I would continue if I was the only person left on BYC. I advise people to do what they love. I give 'likes" especially to newbies because everyone deserves some support and to know their voice is heard. I'm not my parents.
Also did charity walks- I loved to walk. I was never competitive - too slow, but, if I started a walk I would finish no matter what the distance or weather. My father asked me how much I was paid. I told him nothing I am raising money for the charity. Of course I was a NUT to do that too. He didn't understand the concept. I was a total failure in his eyes until his last years- my mom died first (cancer 77) my father lived to 90. I was his caregiver and he was galloping along toward dementia. When I made his meals, I'd ask if he liked it. He called everything I cooked crap BUT, he ate it all.
I used to bake his favorite "brown, square things." once I figured out he meant brownies. He especially liked it if I put ice cream on top. The LIKE was short lived and he'd go back to threatening me with his cane. He also used the F word on me and much worse. I walked 4.5 hours round trip to get his "fixodent at Walmart. I got home as it was getting dark. As soon as I came through the door, he brought out his "Brylcreme"and wanted me to go back out and get it. I told him no more walks until the next day. He had quite a rant going, so I took off for bed.
This is going on and on and I admit it's ridiculous. Sometimes we all need to rant. But if we don't like our lives, it is UP to us to change them. Amen.