I think Phillip Larkin had it about right when he wrote;
They f*** you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were f***ed up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Parenthood doesn't come with a decent instruction manual and everyone's a little f***ed up, some more so than others. Into the latter category must go those who squander pointlessly excessive amounts of time and energy pruriently speculating on the causes of homosexuality and don't appear capable of realising when their messages are falling on determinedly deaf ears.