I was raised in terror. If I stood out too much it might draw the attention of my dad when he was manic - which was every other week, day, second (manic depressive). I could get hit for laughing, hit for being upset, or hit for being too quiet, hit for sounding like my cousin, hit for being too fast, hit for being too slow. I remember once I threatened him with a hocky stick because he threw a beer at mum, I was maybe 12. I remember the screams to call the police on multiple occasions and then the phone was promptly ripped out of the wall and thrown down the road. Then there were the times my terrified siblings trying to get me to leave the house as the feared dad would tear the house down. There were not too many good options there. Not too much raising going on.
So I went slinking out the back...
As for how I was raised? Dunno, as a person I think. Mum was pretty good at giving us freedom to express ourselves - though perhaps the reality was she was always so busy that we did not see a lot of her. I think I had more freedom than my sisters. But then I am older and I think the world was considered a safer place then, or maybe that was the difference, as a 'boy' I had more freedom.