I respect that they did the best they could with the internal and external resources they had available to them. They were/are wounded and ill themselves. So I respect them in that they are complicated human beings struggling through just like the rest of us. I try to keep my heart open with compassion without taking on their energy. It is a ridiculously difficult job. Easier with my father because he is dead. Harder with my mother who is in my face (or ear/phone) seemingly constantly. She does not respect boundaries. But I have learned so much about her and myself as a result of my constant interactions with her, painful though they are. She is a constant reminder to me that what I experienced growing up was actually real.What is your opinion? Do you respect your abusive parents?
I suppose I'd also add that one of the spiritual principles that guides my life is that I respect the worth and dignity of every human being. No matter what. This can be hard to do, but it certainly shifts ones relationships with people. I think that as I begin to respect my own worth and dignity (far more difficult for me), everything is getting better in some ways.