First, there are too many variables for a "one size fits all" answer. Having said that, I have witnessed too many instances of inordinate coddling, even enabling behavior, from a caretaker that only serves to prolong the agony. I've had my traumas, I still bear the scars to prove it. But if I surrendered to any of those traumas and allowed them to rule my life, I would have no life. I will agree it *can* be more difficult as a child, without coping mechanisms and with enabling caretaker(s), but in my mind that is no excuse. The fault clearly is not the child, the fault is the caretaker that declined to aid the child in overcoming the trauma. There are a number of psychological reasons why, but it basically boils down to not being properly trained or suited to the task, and unwilling to seek professional assistance. The child is also more malleable, more flexible, and more capable of overcoming - *if* allowed to do so.
Clearly I would not encourage exposing any child to any trauma, as a parent it is a duty to prevent that as much as possible. However, Life Happens. Parents cannot control every moment of every day. Some things are out of our hands, and we must find a way to cope with the circumstances rather than surrender to them.
Juan, your approach here shows a great deal of courage, I actually like this. We all have been dealt a hand of cards, at some point we have to make a decision to play or not to play. Some don't and I perfectly understand this position. I could never judge a case of suicide, or point a finger... Any finger, any judgement I make would be pointed straight back at me.
All of us find ourselves in circumstances which fall far short of ideal. To use economic privilege as an example, I have seen very wealthy people who are absolutely miserable. The ability to be content in whatever circumstances one finds themselves in is key, I think.
Also, psychologically speaking, one has no control over their upbringing or even the chemical composition of their brain. At some point, however, courage has to come into play and that person has to decide to live, to make the best of what they have, or as a favorite poem of mine puts it, one chooses to "make an Eden of that dim lake". This is a darkly beautiful thing.
In some ways this is the journey of the human being writ large. It's not necessarily a bland thing. It can be teeming with life and imagination. It will, however, always be bittersweet. Pain and joy will exist side by side, misery and ecstasy the same, love and hate, mercy and severity. I could go on, but the experience is like getting everything at once. A tour de force of life's extremes.
Parents (and really any form of authority) have a huge "X marks the spot" painted on their back. They're going to get targeted and blamed for a lot of things they don't deserve to be blamed for. But as time goes on, the recovering person will see them as also having been wounded. In some cases, the parent was just doing the best they could with the tools they had. So the recovering one can come to a place of forgiveness when they realize we're all not so different. There's really no place of privilege, we are all just people playing the hand we have been given.
So what is needed in a parent? In my opinion, just desire. The desire to do the right thing. Desire and lots of love. Commitment to go all the way with the child, not make themselves too inaccessible. It's a balancing act, not too much help, not too little. It's not about being the perfect parent, it's only about being good enough. Children are very perceptive and they know when they are being loved and when they are just being used.
If they are being loved, they will tolerate and accept all the parent's faults, all their wounds, all their shortcomings. Once again, it seems to come to love.
I have seen brilliant and powerful people who at some point decide to embrace vulnerability along with the tremendous gifts they have. This is very moving to me, the vulnerability right along side the brilliance. This only makes that person more loveable imo. I say, don't be afraid to show your vulnerability when the time comes, you will be accepted and loved all the more because of it.
I've looked back and realized I just wrote a long post. It wasn't my intention. The last thing I wanted to do was be like an author who sits back and cranks out a snoozer from time to time.
I'm also glad SufiPhilosophy is not here to see this, I would most certainly be dining on crow tonight.