Yup, you've heard it, my parents are frustrating me to no end. All they do is take how hard it was for them growing up and throw it at my sister and I. Gah! Like most recently, a month ago my parents decided to clean out under my bed and found a notebook under there. I wrote in this notebook when I was like 13. I'm 16 now. It talked about how depressed I was and stuff like that. A lot of stuff making it sound like I was at least gay. I eventually threw this under my bed and completely forgot about. My mom confronted me about it and I just lied and said I didn't know what she was talking about. Then she brought up how she found gay porn on our main computer years ago and was like "Do you realize that your dad and I could go to jail for this?" And shit like that. Every teenage boy watches/looks at porn. How many teenage boys are in jail because of it? Little to none most likely. Now she's always acting all weird around me. Like today I was laying on my bed, on my hone, on Facebook with my door closed. She came in and I jumped and asked why and said, "What? Are you doing bad things?" Like dafuq? Someone barged in when I wasn't expecting it. So now every time I go and lock my door my mom confronts me and says, "Why'd you lock your door? What're you doing?" What am I supposed to say? I'm jacking off? She thinks I'm all depressed and am going to kill myself, despite me not being depressed. My sister locks her door, does my mom freak out. Not in the slightest. Argh! Today my dad came into my room, door was closed btw, and told me to go and help him. I had to go outside and help him take out patio furniture, despite us never using them and it's already July so they'll be taken right back downstairs in a few months. It was 90 degrees outside and these doors are metal. I tried to open them and burned my hand he then proceeded to treat me like I was stupid and told me how I'm supposed to open a door. We then carried the table out to the driveway and told me, "You know, if you walk faster we won't have to be outside so long." To which I responded, "I'm walking at a normal pace." He then said that I need to go faster to keep up to him. I flipped off behind his back then. At dinner he was yelling at my sister about something. That's something he's good at: yelling. When he yells it's fine, but when everyone else 'raises their voice' which is really just normal talking but mad, he flips shit. This is because, "I'm the parent!" No one gives a shit. You chose to have your kids, don't be a total dickheaded douchebag to them. When I was still on my permit, he'd tell me everything to do like he was God or he'd make me figure things out. At one point the speed changed from 55 to 45, I was down to 45 and he was freaking out and yelling while I was driving saying that I was still going 55. Like wtf? My mom and I both said that I was going 45 and he just said that he was right and that he had been watching the speedometer the whole time. Shut up. They frustrate me so much. Between all the yelling and lack of respect for my privacy, I've had it. I'm 16 years old. I successfully got my driver's license. I have a job. I don't do drugs. Have chosen to read all summer. Do good in school. The least they could do is give me a little respect and just be like, "Oh, just be you, we'll be happy with that." But no, I have to be this poster-child son to them. No. I don't care that I'm the son. Parents should not classify their children because of gender. If my dad wants help, my sister is probably better suited. My mom and dad both criticize me all the time because of my posture, like seriously? Normally people don't walk around with their shoulders back and shit like that. No. My mom tells me I need to build some muscle and lose some weight. No fucking shit. I've been trying, but no, nothing works. Every Sunday, my mom comes in and wakes me up for church. Every Sunday I fake like I'm still asleep but if I move she's all like, "Ok, come on, get up." What if I move in my sleep? I don't feel like going to church after a week full of work. I don't care about it, to be honest. I was supposed to be working on this, quite stupid, Katy Perry thing for Sunday School. I didn't want to, therefore I didn't. This is because 1) I thought it was stupid and 2) because they're trying to take a decent song like Firework and trying to 'Jesus it up,' there words. Not mine. Like my Sunday School teacher is planning on saying to the Congregation at the beginning, "Most of you probably don't like Katy Perry but I hope this makes you like her more." Like, no. I'm sick of it all. I'm sixteen years old, there is no reason for me to be in Sunday School anymore. Dear God! Sorry for the rant...I'm just so frustrated.
Hmmm. I can see why you're upset. I wouldn't get too angry at them though. Maybe sometime you should have a talk with them and tell them what you're upset about and have them talk about what they're upset about. This may not have been the answer you were looking for but I'd say you need to talk with them about it. :icon_bigg
I have the same problem with my dad he always critsizes me and gets mad at me for everything. I do what ever he says, but its just never enough. I just started to ignore him and then I talked to him. He wouldn't stop so I actually came out to him and it worked. Hope this helps, I don't think it will though.
There shouldn't be anything they're upset about though. I don't do anything wrong. I don't drink. I don't do drugs. I don't go and hook up with random strangers off the internet. I do well in school. I'm in the Honor Society for God's sakes. I do well at my job. I spent like $85 of my own money for books to read this summer. But no, I'm still not good enough for them. I have my own car and am home alone all the time. I could go do bad shit all the time but I don't. I fail to see anything that should upset them. Hell, I even wrote a novel last November. They should be proud at least. They already told me that they expect me to get all of these scholarships and what-not. I already asked my mom and she basically said that for college I have enough money for a state school. I looked into Columbia, an Ivy League school, and Arcadia and was basically told by my mom that I need a shit ton of scholarship money. Gah. I'm just so fed up with all of this. It sickens me because I just want to be a normal kid but no. To make it better I live in a town dominated by doctor's kids and there's literally no chance of me making the Top Ten of my class. My sister was sixth. If I came out to mine, it would probably make things worse. My family half conservative, half liberal (which I am obviously part of). Real fun.
That really sucks, I don't know what you could do. Tell them you tired of their bullshit!!! JKJK I don't know but don't stress it. You will be out of the house eventually and then you will be able to do what ever you want.
I know exactly how your feeling. I have dealt with the same crap for years too. :dry: My mother does the same things in respects to privacy and boundaries. And my dad is just an :***:. He still doesn't respect me at all. And my younger brother does nothing at all but my parents think he is perfect. I don't know if this will work with your mother, but I told my mother that I thought that her constant barging in all the time was disrespectful and that I was 16 (at that time) and needed privacy and space. She respected this for a while anyway... I really do hope things get better for you at home. EC is here for you for sure. (*hug*)
The thing is, if I tell my mom I need privacy and space, she'll probably just assume I'm depressed and suicidal. Which I'm not. I mean something has been...depressing me as of the last couple days...but I'm not definitively depressed. I have told my mom, my dad and my sister countless times to knock first, but nope. My sister's the worst, she'll just barge in and then criticize everything about my room. Just be happy I didn't bring her up to. I mean she just annoys me to no absolute end.
It sounds petty, but if sensibly talking to them doesn't work (and most likely it won't, by the way you describe them), start returning the favor. You might get shit for it but at least they would see how irritating it is for themselves.
