That sounds familiar. After coming to some realizations on my own, I now know my dad had ADHD like me and my son, as did my grandpa. At that time ADHD wasn’t really understood so I could understand how a relationship within that context would be difficult. My own relationships have struggled for the same reasons because despite my elementary teachers suggesting I get tested, she refused. 40 years of not knowing what was wrong with me, fucked me up bad, all because she’d be embarrassed of having the kid with a disorder. My mother, however doesn’t have the excuse of mental health, she’s just flat out evil. Everything that ever went wrong was someone else’s fault, usually mine, because I was there. Nobody else was, because she didn’t have any close friends, for a reason.

I love my son more than anything, and it hurts knowing what’s in store for his future but at least he’s got some help in understanding his condition, and meds and therapy for it. But the future is only going to get worse. And that potentially civilization ending sun spot is the best I can hope for, to at least level the playing field for him. Otherwise his future is just unbridled capitalism and fascism. It hurts like a MFer to know that.

Edit: that last part is basically saying “you’re lucky you don’t have kids, they’re great, but it hurts”