I was adopted, so I always felt grateful to belong somewhere-I think that was instilled in me, too....."I was a "chosen child" .....but it was a dysfunctional home, no matter how hard Social Services tried to find a good home.....it would be no different if I was born into that dysfunctional family. I never really understand why they adopted. Pop came home at 5pm-if he wasn't running late at the bar, and my mother handed him his drink every work night. No children allowed in the kitchen to disturb him and tell him their day....one hour in the kitchen winding down with my Mom. When dinner came, he stuck his nose in the news at dinner (TV sat across from dining table) and there was no conversation allowed during dinner-cause he might miss something on TV, and dinner was always at 6.....and a total walk on egg shell event cause if anyone had to talk....watch out.....So, dinner was hurry, shove down food, ask "May I leave" and was never denied by my mother.....and I'd always go to my room...I lived in my room....except when they were gone. My normal now...is very different but I still spend spare time in my bedroom ....so I think defining normal..... normal like most other things falls on a spectrum
functional to nonfunctional.....happy to miserable........my childhood was nonfunctional-felt very much like I didn't exist...not really, and very emotionless parents....very distant emotionally........I'm trying to make my adult life not just functional (that was my goal 3 years ago....get the basics done (bills, eat, bathe, brush teeth, get to work and back w/o incident), but I've changed what I think normal should be and added fun and enjoyable, low stress and finding humor and some basic contentment each day. So, I guess it all boils down to how you define normal.....and what your goal for normal might be.