My parents have always been over protective. When I was eleven, I was only allowed to ride my bike between mine and my neighbor's driveway. When I turned thirteen, I still wasn't allowed to walk around town by myself; I had to bring a friend. When I was fifteen, my dad still questioned me about PG13 movies. Now, at seventeen, I feel trapped. I'm older now; I have already graduated high school and I'm making adult decisions. Such as: what college am I going to go to? or what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. These are life changing decisions. The problem: my parents won't let their little girl go.
They still believe that they can tell me that 10 is my curfew and that they don't want me to drive around late at night. Or my dad telling me to volunteer more time for our church when I already volunteer one hour a week. They tell me which friends are better influences on me and who I should hang out with more. These kind of things, I need to decide on my own. Once in a while they want to hold on too tight.
Most of the time when they argue with me, they don't realize that some of the boundaries they set up, push me away from them. I start to rebel more or talk behind their backs about it. Then after I get mad, they want to know why I'm so angry. I have often threatened my parents that I'm moving out, but I know it won't happen until college. As my friends say "They've got you whipped."
I'm a good kid; don't get me wrong. I don't smoke or drink; this isn't because my parents always told me not to, but because I don't fall for peer preasure. I do everything on my time and if I want to. It's always my decision. Sometimes I wonder if it has always been my decision or if I'm just scared about what will happen if I do something they won't like. The bad thing is they compare me to other people, like people in my class. They see one good thing that they did and they automatically want me to be more like them; in truth, I have better morals than most of the people at my school.
My parents often contradict themselves through all of this. My dad has told me to grow up and make adult decisions. I can't act like an adult unless you treat me like one.
If anyone with children is reading this, realize that the tighter you hold on to your child, the more they might pull away.
The More You Push, The More I'll Pull
By pkubik08 - Posted on March 26th, 2008
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You sound exactly like me...in nearly the exact same situation...goodness gracious! I know how you feel. I wasn't even allowed to walk up to the street corner until I was sixteen. And it's not that far away, off the really bust roads, and everything! And when I ride my bike the half a mile to my friend's house, I have to take a brother with me and a walkie talkie. -_-;
College will be nice...but at the same time, I know that I'm going to be so used to the tight hold my parents have over my life that I'm going to be a little lost at first. And homesick. Golly goodness, will I be homesick.
Just hang in there...you could have it much worse. You could have parents that couldn't care less about you, parents that acuse you of everything under the sun because they're angry at each other, and so on. I'm sure eventually...whenever that may be...people like us with over-protective parents will appreciate that over-protectiveness. We just need to get awat from it first...>.>
And that's comin' at ya' from yer local redneck hippie.
So i though that my parents wereover protective, my paret too want me home by 10, but sometime i jsut ignore it. LIke i tell my parents wehre i go and with who all the time, but sometimes they jsut make me mad tehy acuse me of lying, and that meakes me think if u think i am lying maybe i might as well.
But yea i do think they want best, but all tehy need to do is listen to me i feel liek i a a good kid. And yes my parents compae me to everyone too and i hate it lol
I was on the other side of the fence. As I'm a lot older than I used to be, I've had time to reflect and ask questions. I know that my mum wanted the best for me, but she couldn't be around to provide it. After all, bills had to be paid. She wanted me to be the best she could, so she screamed, ranted and never shut up about mistakes I'd make, but never be around to help me make any decisions.
I grew up quickly by making my own mistakes. I believe they are necessary. I also believe that parents think they are doing the best job they can do, but they still think it isn't good enough. After all, the way their kids grow up is a reflection on how well they can do as parents for a lot of them. ( I could argue the opposite of this point to, but I'll try not to here.)
All in all, someday you'll be out of the house, free to make your own decisions and they'll have to trust you. It will be hard on them since they don't want to see you make any huge mistakes and mess up your life more than likely. I know I wouldn't want my little girl to go through many of the things I did. Hopefully it will work out for you.
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