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Hello everyone. I am an eighteen year old girl who has been struggling with these feelings for a while, now. Before I begin, I want to say that I do love my parents very, very much, and I never want to do anything to them that is disrespectful or hurtful in any way. This just (in my opinion) needs to be addressed in some form, and I’m hoping to get some opinions.
Since I was little, I have always behaved fairly well for my parents. Like any child, I had many imperfections (still do) and was mischievous on occasion, but I never did anything really horrible, or went against their rules in a rebellious way.
However, now that I’m eighteen, I really desire more freedom, and I feel that their worry about me gets in the way. This very evening (which actually inspired me to write this), I went to my church choir rehearsal with my friend, and then came back to watch some TV. It was only 8pm, and so I did not see much harm in it. Now, my friend lives at a college about half an hour away, and I am her ride back. It is a route I know like the back of my hand, and my mother knows that. Well, she had to take a pill which makes her sleepy, and told me that she was unable to take it until I was on my way back from dropping my friend off. She got really angry at me (and always does) because I was not taking me friend home early so she could go to sleep. Her reason for doing this, is because she thinks that one of these days, I will be in an emergency situation and will need her help, which she will be unable to give me, because she would be asleep. Now, in my opinion, this is ridiculous. I am eighteen; an adult in the eyes of the law, and able to be out passed nine o’clock.
But this is not all. My dad does this stuff too. Even if I am just going down the street for a gallon of milk, when I arrive, I have to call to let them know I am there, and if I don’t happen to let them know right away, my mom will call frantically to see what has happened. My father tries to set my curfew at 9:30, because the “drunks” are out by 11, and I feel this is not fair because I really want to hang out with my friends.
Also, I made plans with a close friend (who is 14….very responsible, and like my little sister) to go on a trip this year. The location is only about 5 ½ hours away, and I’ve been there before, so it’s not new to me at all. My father agreed after doing some research, and so I booked a room and everything (mind you, I am funding the WHOLE trip, not asking my parents for a dime). After everything was set to go, my father told me that he changed his mind and that the only way I could go, would be if he and my mother secretly followed behind! I was so angry and hurt that I burst into tears and just could not stop crying. I actually argued with them, and my father gave in, but he still tries to find ways to guilt me out of going. He doesn’t think I notice, but I do.
These are just a few examples, and now, after a long time of dealing with this…I feel like I have no space to breathe, like I’m being smothered. I feel like rebelling (a highly irrational feeling, I know…but it is what it is). I would never do it, but it just makes me so angry. I know they worry, but sometimes I think they are very controlling and are irrational in their fears. I know they worry and I am lucky to have parents who care, but I feel like they are crossing the line. I am an adult now. I am thinking of getting an apartment with my friend, but I am not so sure how that will work.
I guess my question is…am I being irrational, or are my parents a little too controlling? Parents out there…how do you feel about this?
Thanks in advance.
Love and God bless.
Since I was little, I have always behaved fairly well for my parents. Like any child, I had many imperfections (still do) and was mischievous on occasion, but I never did anything really horrible, or went against their rules in a rebellious way.
However, now that I’m eighteen, I really desire more freedom, and I feel that their worry about me gets in the way. This very evening (which actually inspired me to write this), I went to my church choir rehearsal with my friend, and then came back to watch some TV. It was only 8pm, and so I did not see much harm in it. Now, my friend lives at a college about half an hour away, and I am her ride back. It is a route I know like the back of my hand, and my mother knows that. Well, she had to take a pill which makes her sleepy, and told me that she was unable to take it until I was on my way back from dropping my friend off. She got really angry at me (and always does) because I was not taking me friend home early so she could go to sleep. Her reason for doing this, is because she thinks that one of these days, I will be in an emergency situation and will need her help, which she will be unable to give me, because she would be asleep. Now, in my opinion, this is ridiculous. I am eighteen; an adult in the eyes of the law, and able to be out passed nine o’clock.
But this is not all. My dad does this stuff too. Even if I am just going down the street for a gallon of milk, when I arrive, I have to call to let them know I am there, and if I don’t happen to let them know right away, my mom will call frantically to see what has happened. My father tries to set my curfew at 9:30, because the “drunks” are out by 11, and I feel this is not fair because I really want to hang out with my friends.
Also, I made plans with a close friend (who is 14….very responsible, and like my little sister) to go on a trip this year. The location is only about 5 ½ hours away, and I’ve been there before, so it’s not new to me at all. My father agreed after doing some research, and so I booked a room and everything (mind you, I am funding the WHOLE trip, not asking my parents for a dime). After everything was set to go, my father told me that he changed his mind and that the only way I could go, would be if he and my mother secretly followed behind! I was so angry and hurt that I burst into tears and just could not stop crying. I actually argued with them, and my father gave in, but he still tries to find ways to guilt me out of going. He doesn’t think I notice, but I do.
These are just a few examples, and now, after a long time of dealing with this…I feel like I have no space to breathe, like I’m being smothered. I feel like rebelling (a highly irrational feeling, I know…but it is what it is). I would never do it, but it just makes me so angry. I know they worry, but sometimes I think they are very controlling and are irrational in their fears. I know they worry and I am lucky to have parents who care, but I feel like they are crossing the line. I am an adult now. I am thinking of getting an apartment with my friend, but I am not so sure how that will work.
I guess my question is…am I being irrational, or are my parents a little too controlling? Parents out there…how do you feel about this?
Thanks in advance.
Love and God bless.