My mother had just turned 17 when I was born and came from the hills of Kentucky. My father was 21 with a similar background. It wasn't so much the horror show of the type where you get smacked every time you turn around and beaten by drunks or any of that just overly aggressive discipline.
A lot of it may have been because I am on the autism spectrum as the current thinking goes making it hard for me to read social cues like the things that piss people off. But I have made a lot of progress in that area. I think. 
Fortunately I did not pass the violence on to my kids so the cycle was broken, as they say. I am sure that it and other unpleasant things I will not share (nothing illegal) that have probably left me with a lack of confidence in myself and helped to cause a 3 decade abuse of cannabis that finally got out of control the last few years but is now barely behind me.
But I make my own way now and I am responsible for my life. I would not describe my upbringing as a "first world problem" but compared to some kids and other horrors around the world it wasn't that bad.
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