It’s not my fault I’m a drunk, a womaniser and a liar, says Carey in his book The Truth Hurts – my Dad was mean to me.
Well maybe. Dad says otherwise of course.
This reminds me of the old saw about what a patient learned in therapy: I am responsible for all my own decisions, and everything bad that has happened in my life is my parents’ fault.
I’m inclined to believe the abuse stories. But for heaven’s sake, Carey is no longer a child.
Our background certainly influences our feelings and perceptions. But we still make choices about our behaviour. We still know what is right and what is wrong. Having sex with your best friend’s wife is wrong. Treating people as objects to be used is wrong. Lying to people who trust you and rely on you is wrong.
Shouting about it in the media a few years later to make yourself look better isn’t exactly kind or considerate either.