right there with ya, Copa.
Our family was not taught boundaries. My brother listened to my phone conversations and read my diary, for example. I took my sister's camera when I visited a college campus, although my sister didn't want me to take it. Then I broke it. Nobody ever got into trouble for crossing boundaries. Or for anything. Mother yelled like a banshee, but never followed through on discipline, and she was the parent in charge, right or wrong. We lived in an anarchy.
Oh, yeah. When I got my period, which embarassed me, my mother was on the phone to my grandmother and father to tell them in a loud voice that I could hear. She also regularly told me stuff about others in the family before her shun. My grandmother did too. Her attitude was, "There are no secrets in a family." The way the gossip flew, there were no boundaries in MY family.
No boundaries, chaos, too much information, etc. in my lovely FOO.
