What kind of parents did you grow up with, and how did being an INTP cause trouble, if any?
I lived with my ISFP mother who was divorced with my ESTJ father. Both of them had their ups and downs, so I had to pick a poison.
My mother was extremely passive and rarely controlled me. This of course meant freedom, but with little support from her, it felt like I was living on my own. We never had good talks together, and our interests were highly contrasting.
My father was very authoritarian, and this was hard for me to deal with, but only from him could I get the support and attention I really needed.
Overall, a stable and trauma free but stagnant childhood. Severely lacking in experience today.
ESTP dad was kind of a bully, always had to be right, and always expected me to be trying to pull one over on him and playing some kind of angle on him, which of course he had to 'win' because he considered himself the ultimate streetwise guy. Laid down the law. In contrast, he could not handle any kind of personal discussion where he might be vulnerable or talk about his inner life.
Due to some trauma in his own life, he became an alcoholic at a young age and slowly committed suicide over about 45 years, picking up DUIs, loss of employments, and a short jail sentence along the way. Nothing ever improved with him. He must have had a hell of a constitution to make it to 71, because he should have died in his late 40's / early 50's.
ISFJ mom was very delicate, could not handle any kind of conflict (which she would scan as "mean"), would break down crying if something negative occurred, and wasn't very adventurous. She was also very religious and everything was filtered through that perspective, and she spoke a lot of religious-ese. It was hard for her to understand people who did not share her beliefs. She's actually become more well-rounded since she reached her 50's and later, and tougher too -- so at least now, at the end, I have some kind of relationship with her and she accepts me and can "handle" who I am even if she doesn't understand me.
Neither of them really grasped me. They both admired my intelligence and artistic talents and both of them made sure I had access to any books I could get my hands on (so I will always be grateful for that); education was important to both of them. But in terms of personal interactions, pretty much both were negative examples to me when I was growing up and not really approachable, so I felt "on my own" at a very young age. Basically grew up ambivalent/detached from both parental figures and forged my own way, which unfortunately meant a decent amount of aimlessness.
As far "me being trouble" for them:
- If I didn't agree with something, I would try to find a way around it if it was worth the trouble. I didn't really "respect" authority per se, although I was well-behaved; I would only truly respect it if I agreed with the rule, and otherwise I would comply if (1) it would take too much energy to circumvent or (2) if it got me the best benefit in the end, and otherwise find a way to sidestep / squeeze around it. I didn't have a chip on my shoulder about authority, I was mainly indifferent to it.
- I was always looking outside the lines and wasn't really happy just standing still or living in a cage.
- I would just withdraw from both of them and "disappear" -- I was never home. Even when young, I'd just go out on the country roads on my bike all day, or go hiking through wide fields. it was the best way to be free. I stopped telling them much about me because I learned quickly they wouldn't get it and it would just complicate my life.
- I only followed etiquette to avoid problems / restrictions, but otherwise I know I hurt my mom's feelings on occasion by things I'd say that flew against her values or left her feeling isolated.
overall, I didn't actually cause a lot of overt problems -- I tended to internalize everything and simply withdraw / not engage them. So everything looked cool, but I didn't have much of a relationship.