Did your parents ever say they were proud of you

My parents were very proud when I passed the 11+ but never said it to me . My brother and I were never praised in case it may have made us big headed ! Consequently I never realised I had a very high IQ and thought I was never going to achieve much so didn’t try . I found out in my in my mid thirty’s that my IQ was over 140 and it was too late to do anything with it . Maybe a bit of praise and encouragement when I was 11 would have made all the difference .

No. I had an "odd" childhood. I did not live with my my mother until I was seven, when she was expecting another child. I lived with my Grandparents for the most part, but was "parked" with most of my Grandmother's other children (my Aunts and Uncles) at different times in my life. My Mother soon separated from my brother's father and I went back to my Grandmother, while he was sent to his father's relatives. I moved to live with my mother again when she married, when I was 12 years old. Our relationship was always difficult, and I left home repeatedly. I never knew my father (whom she divorced when my brother was born). My stepfather was fine, but I was not encouraged to get close to him, as this caused resentment from my Mother. As an adult, I used to visit her regularly (despite the constant criticism) until her death in 2008. I always felt sad that I didn't have the kind of relationship with my Mother that so many friends and work colleagues had.

Oh I'd have loved a Pink Witch bike! When I passed my 11+ and several of my friends got bikes, my parents told me that as my brother was hugely unlikely to pass, they weren't going to get me a present as "it wouldn't be fair".
The irony was that when my brother came to take the exam, it had been abolished in our area and he went to the comprehensive. Obviously I'm over the bike thing now... almost.

Not that I can remember, my parents were very loving, and I know if I did something well my mums eyes would shine and my dads face would light up. I don’t think it was something they did.
Bu I have always told my d my s and my gd, I was proud of them and a well done.

Definitely not. If I had a really good report card except for maths that’s the only thing my father would mention.

Never any compliments, nor cuddles nor was I told I was loved. What i did hear was they really had wanted a boy, but I arrived!

I always felt I was a disappointment to my mother as I didn't follow her profession of dancing and acting. I was a successful horse rider, but she only saw me compete once and declared it boring. I gained a degree in chemistry but still felt that she was not impressed. Consequently I always praised my children's achievements and made sure they knew how proud I was of them.

No, they never said they were proud of me. All the praise was for my sister because she was academic. I was in a theatre workshop, and a teacher told my mum I was West End material, but she was furious and asked if I were university material. When the teacher said no my mother was outraged saying singing was not a real job! I might never have made it as a famous singer, but I would have loved a job connected to music but my over critical mother trashed my self-esteem. I suffered from depression from an early age and I swear it was the lack of encouragement as a child

I was never in any doubt I was loved but I can clearly remember an elderly relative at a family party in the 1970s saying my brother was "the clever one in the family but "notagran was good with people so be OK" my parents didn't disagree. I struggled to achieve at school went into the NHS at 18 for a decade (not nursing but unskilled ward work). I married and at my husband's request left when pregnant to stay home and look after my children for almost 20 years.
I was not happy I loved my children but my marriage was not good and my children were unhappy as their dad was not a pleasant man.
I finally found the courage to divorce after 17 years and raised my children whilst again working in low pains temporary jobs.
However when my eldest went to university, I aged 47 decided to apply as well and went to university for a foundation year.
A year later my second child started university the same year I started my undergraduate degree and 3 years later my youngest started university as I started my MSc. In 5 years I went from O'levels to a Masters degree my parents were really proud of my high achievements for both qualifications, I suspect they were also a bit stunned.
But more importantly I realised that actually my brother (who had dropped out of university in his second year) was no cleverer than me, its just Dyslexia wasn't recognised in the 1970s so maybe I had the advantage

Never . If I got 98% in an exam then the first words would be what did you get wrong ?

My dad admired cleverness and was pleased and told me so every time I passed an exam or gained an award..... the three older siblings were a bit of ‘duffers’ . Though of course he or I never used that to their faces as they are all such nice people. My mum never said a kindly word but did kind things for me. But she considered reading a book a total waste of time , and if she caught one In my hand, she’d let me know it out loud! There was always so much housework to do and she needed my help. I didn’t mind really.

No never said anything regarding any personal achievements to me, or my brother or sister, but according to one of her friends my mother is very proud of how she brought us up to stand on our own two feet and has never had to lend any of us money and that we would never dream of asking for any. ( apparently said in the context of her friend lending her son and his wife some money towards a deposit on their first house). Not sure that's something I would be proud of especially as my brother in particular could have done with some help when he and his wife had their children.

No. Was never told I was loved either. Never had a kiss goodnight...

No, not even when I passed the "scholarship" as it was called then. Nor when I came 4th out of 72 (yes we had class placings too). "Why weren't you first?" said my father.

Not that I can recall.

Yes, when I joined the WRAF and had my passing out parade.

Yes, both our parents praised my sister and me if we did something well.

My sister found school hard because she was dylexic, but our parents always found something to praise in her school report.

Mummy cuddled and showed affection, Daddy was to much of a silent Scot to do so regularly. On the evening of the day we had buried my mother, he said to my sister and I that he didn't know how he would have got through the day without us. We both took that as meaning he loved us both very much, which we knew by some telepathic process, as he couldn't actually say so.

Yes, all the time. I know I was loved and that my parents were proud of me. My mum, in particular was my biggest champion.

There is deep seated hurt that never goes away. You make your own life with the help of supportive people but but there is alway a critic sitting on your shoulder feeding doubt about being ‘good enough’

No, never. After my graduation ceremony my father asked me why I didn't get one of the few individual prizes awarded. I was the only one of the twelve grandchildren on my father's side to go to university, and the second of thirteen on my mother's side, so I assume they were pleased.

I was an adopted child, and an only child. I new I was loved and cared for, we didn’t have much money. But there was no hugging and kissing. No help with home work. My mom was strict, I had to do as I was told. They didn’t really play with me. My dad was always Ill so wasn’t like other dads .
I felt looking back my mom had a hard life, husband always Ill, having to scrape by.
I always new I was adopted, so always felt rejected. But never told my mom how I felt.

no never .schools expected me to be like my brother he was clevert ,went on to work in a laboratory for brooke bond oxo . hes good at science etc. me .well i'm strange . have always like history/archeology/cats . been diagnosed a few years ago as mildly austistic. so that might explain why i was when i was young...had a funny childhood i was happy enough .but strict .always had to be quiet as my dad had health problems. mum took us out to relatives at the coast.

I felt loved growing up but I don't remember any words of praise.
My darling mum was especially loving and I well remember all the cuddles and kisses that she gave me. My dad was less loving but he came from a huge family and probably never had much affection from his mum and dad.

I know they were proud of us but in a way they expected us to know that. It was more or less taken for granted that we would pass exams and go on to University - it was a family thing! They were very happy to attend our prize-givings and graduations and always looked proud, though I can't remember them ever using the word. I think we would have known if they'd ever had cause to be ashamed and they never were.

No they didnt as they thought I would become big headed. It was hurtful. But I had a nice husband who made up for everything.