The Grim Emotional Legacy Of 1970s Parenting

As middle-aged adults with complex lives, we’re still catching up

Jae L
7 min readSep 23, 2023
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I was born in the 1970s, that golden era of parenting by benevolent neglect. As kids, we had free run of the neighborhood as long as we were home for dinner and wiped our feet on the doormat before coming inside.

There are some people of my generation who idolise this time; mistaking freedom of movement for abundance and confusing material provision with care.

Caring for children looked a lot different back then. It was entirely possible to be emotionally neglectful while appearing to the world as a model parent provided you kept a nice home and sent your children out the door fully clothed.

Emotional nurturing and curiosity about children’s thoughts and feelings wasn’t required to be a good parent. This was a reflection of the low priority given self-awareness generally. Anything that looked like self-reflection was summarily dismissed as self-indulgent naval gazing. A silly waste of time and a distraction from the real business of life.

Children weren’t encouraged to talk about their feelings because it just wasn’t a thing that people did. We basically inherited our parent’s emotional illiteracy. It may have served them well enough but failed to equip us…



Jae L

Queer, neurodivergent and in the business of defying expectations. Doing my best to answer the questions I keep asking myself.