The other day I was talking to my therapist about how, when I was in middle school, I made the decision to apply parenting advice to my parents, as if they were my teenage children, and be a pillar for them to lean on emotionally.
My therapist was like "that must have been a lot."
And me, having seen too much online discourse about "good parenting", about parentification, felt the need to add the addendum "they didn't ask me to do this, I know their well-being wasn't my responsibility, but I choose to do it. They were immigrants with a lot on their plate. I wanted to help."
And my therapist said, "I'm not here to judge your parents. I understand that you wanted to do it. But still, that's a lot for a middle-schooler to shoulder."
A lot of pop-psychology and online discourse about this makes me furious, but I'm glad my therapist got it. Maybe it's because she's an immigrant herself. I didn't have to deal with the "you poor thing you didn't even get to experience a socially approved healthy childhood. Did you know that's abuse? Did you know your parents were bad people for being immigrants?"
And I was so relieved to hear someone acknowledge my effort. I didn't need someone to tell me "you poor thing you shouldn't have had to do that", but I'm glad I got the acknowledgement of "you've worked hard".