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This is crazy, and sometimes I can relate to.
Parents like this just make me sick. I truly donāt understand how someone could treat their child so poorly. You were their age once loosen up.
When I was a teenager I had friends whose father would follow them when they went anywhere. If they said they were going to school or the Carl's Jr. He would physically make sure. This was before cell phones, but I suspect he would text them to make sure they weren't lying to him. He even started a business when they were 16 so they would work for him, and he would known where they were. They guy had issues.
Me like collab. You like too?
Thirteenth.
If any of these parents are Generation X i might have sort of an explanation.
Adam Walsh
Dawan Simms
Oakland county child killer
Atlanta child killer
Jeffrey Dahmer
The night stalker
Ted Bundy
Son of Sam (but that might be too far back though)
Mine. Protected me from life experience, so I didn't leave home until I was 24. I really didn't start to develop socially until I got married aged 34.
Nice vid!
So my best friend when I was like 6 or 7 was like family. And Iām talking like we played almost every day, had sleepovers constantly, and we always called each other brother and sister. My mom and his mom were good friends as well. His parents had always been a bit over bearing. We were forced to keep the door open at all times, he was constantly yelled at by his parents while I was there, and he always seemed to have a toy taken away. So one day, my mom texts his mom because I asked to play. And she never responded. Never. They just ghosted us. I ran into him about a week ago at some park and he apologized profusely and hugged me. We both started crying and he said āif my parents know I ran into you, Iām going to be in so much trouble but it was so amazing seeing you.ā I sadly couldnāt get his phone number or anything because his mom controls his contacts on his phone. She even controls the books he reads. If his mom doesnāt approve of the book on a book report, heās grounded if he does it. I miss him SO much and i just feel bad for him. I wish we could keep in contact but sadly we canāt
Edit: So I asked my mom about him and she says his parents (more specifically his mom) have done this to multiple people already. Including the moms sister. My mom thinks that they were emotionally abusive and possibly even physically because he often had cuts and bruises on his face and arms.
I'm 37 and still considered my mom's "baby boy"
Parents like these take control of your mind, your soul, your sanity all the things that make life worth it. These people are supposed to support you in your darkest times but for some of us they make our darkest times. We can only confide in our friends and for some forced to repeat the cycle until someone breaks the chain of despair, abuse, toxicity, unfairness, lies, trickery, manipulation, empty promises, stealing from family, beating your family and worst of all ruining lives. This cycle needs to stop. NOW!
I have a friend who is about 50 and has lived with his parents his entire life. His mother once told me that she wishes that he would go first as she does not know what he would do without them to take care of him. If he is on the spectrum at all he is highly functional. His father died years ago and his mother is close to dying. I dont have the slightest idea what he will do when she is dead.
what caught me off guard was that weird quiverful family story. not allowed movies, or any other types of music, just 2 specific genres and …books.
how were those parents even raised? to even think, force their upbringing onto them? jesus.
I was running the streets at 13 or 14. Iāll be gone for days. Getting drunk and high. Never asked where I was or with who.
Thereās being protective and thereās being a helicopter parent.
What did they mean by: "returned them after im done with them" š¤Ø
As far as the Christmas card thing people throughout the envelope with the address on it weeks before they get rid of the card
The first one was from am I the jerk channel
I can't believe people treat there kids like this OK pare ts don't we t there kids to be hurt but damn loosen up!!!
Story 8 : is kinda cute and scary at the same time
My mom took me to a cell phone store in a city 1000 miles from home and refused to leave until I spent money I couldn't waste on a phone I didn't want so she could call me. Cell phones were not yet a requires item.
She later uprooted the family to follow me when I skipped state to get away from her and her alcoholism.
If my parents wanted to go on a date night, or needed to go to work and they will have no one to babysit me. They never asked my brother because he was already moved out and was always busy working a warehouse job for Slumberland at the time. My parents will put me in a very nice daycare, I was allowed to stay there until they eighth grade. The reason why that happened because my parents didn't trust the world and the daycare workers let me stay there because they thought I was helpful when it comes to the kids.
Meanwhile I was the kid who would go tobogganing down a ski slope and doing other crazy shit
I'm 61 now and my mother tells me to shave every time she sees me, I last shaved 44 years ago and I love my big bushy beard.
Number 8 isnt a crazy person shes just really worried being half way across the continent and no messages or calls when theyre still basically a kid
Some kid in my neighborhood ended up going to the hospital severely malnourished. Basically his mom believed that like 99% of foods were harmful to a child due to "chemicals". She was overly obsessed with his food safety, believing that pretty much everything was toxic in some form. The only thing the kid was fed were scraps of vegetables that the mom grew "organically and safe" in a handful of planter boxes in her house. The kid's school eventually noticed the kid was getting skinnier and skinnier, and alerted authorities. They had already noticed the kid's meager lunch boxes, so at this point they were certain this kid was being underfed. Kid got put into foster care, mom was arrested and served jail time for child abuse. Kid (now an adult) still lives in the neighborhood and is now incredibly overweight to the point where he has to go around in a mobility scooter.
My boy! Deadrising 2!
My own brother. During the height of Covid, he asked my mom to quarantine for 3 or 4 days after landing from her flight before getting to see her granddaughter. That I can understand, but even after the vaccine was released and my mom got it, he still asked her to quarantine for two days.
Recently, my momās face got badly bruised after falling while walking her dogs. When she went to see my brother again, he discouraged my mom from explaining what happened to his daughter, asked that our mom turn the bruised side away, and then said his daughter was ābraveā for looking at our momās face.
Itās like he doesnāt just want to protect his daughter from the bad things in the world, he doesnāt even want her to know about it.
My parents were the opposite. I ran away once in my 20s (I'm autistic and struggled with life for a long time) and although they went ape-crap crazy, they relaxed a bit when they got a phone call from a B&B in Warwick, England, to say I'd left some … unmentionable objects in the room when I left. They knew it was me because the hotel was named after a famous battle that took place on the date of my birthday (albeit a good 500+ years prior obviously). They told me later on that they were relieved I was still alive and that I'd be home when I got hungry, and although my mum was upset and angry when I got back and did the opposite of grounding me by keeping me in sight for a few days (including taking me to work with her once or twice), it was nice to know that my sense of humour had intersected with serendipity and let them calm down about things. I calmed down a bit too afterwards.
The second time was a year or two earlier on 7/7, when London got bombed by Al-Qaeda and I was headed to London. I got in a while after the explosions and had to walk between Paddington to Victoria, where I was supposed to be getting a coach to go and see relatives up north. I had no idea what had happened until I was on the bus and my dad and sister both rang me to make sure I was ok.
My mother's response when I asked her later whether she'd been worried? 'Oh, I knew what time you left Reading and when you'd get to London so i knew you'd be ok. Your dad did ring but I let him know you were probably fine.'
I love my mum. She's not quite laid-back, just incredibly pragmatic and unflustered. She DID learn that all my lectures and classes in my first year at uni were on Monday and I had the rest of the week free for studying.
Being the older child, of course, I was my mum's first everything. First baby (she actually didn't quite understand why my neurotypical sister needed a lot more supervised play than autistic me did), first schoolchild, first teenager, the whole nine yards.
So a few weeks into the first term, I'd told her when my lectures and classes were. At the LSE back then, each lecture was done to the whole cohort and even open to the public. Each seminar, however, was made up of a good-size handful of registered students taking that module run by PhD student teachers (or the lecturer if you got lucky and it was a niche class). (This was an awesome system and I got really good quality teaching and interaction with the postgraduate students.) However, when mum heard I had basically all my teaching on the Monday, she rang the student authorities and asked them to change my seminars and distribute them through the week. The office actually took another look at my schedule and agreed that it needed to be a bit more spread out. Which…yeah, it did, because Monday was a long day and some classes went on later in the evening than the normal school day I was used to. But I almost like that kind of concentrated schedule as then I can work at my own pace at other times during the week without classes looming over me.
Then I was the first graduate and the first daughter to get work and yeah, she got me an interview in Dublin where she was living. It was just after 9/11 so I thought Dublin would be safer than London, but the job interview was conducted in her office (she was principal at a school over there) and every string she could pull got pulled. Then a while later she saw how exhausting the job actually was (financial accountancy is legit tough — I wish I had had the spoons to cope with it as I would have been good at it, I was just constantly tired) and spoke to the boss and yeah, he sacked me…
As I said, I love my mum, but she and I have both had very porous boundaries at times. After my husband died, about four years ago, I came home from work to a bit of a creepy feeling. Some leftover pasta in the fridge had been bagged up. The hob was just a bit cleaner than it had been. My bedroom was spotless and my washing basket was empty and the clothes were missing. I realised she'd been in to the house and cleaned up for me, but it really weirded me out. I went to my mum's the following evening as I'd been planning to, and said that I was really grateful and all but could she just let me know she was going to come in and clean for me? Then it wouldn't feel like the opposite of a poltergeist in the house. And the kicker was that it was six weeks before my fortieth birthday.
The old saying — good fences make good neighbours — is spot on. As I said, I love my mum to bits and never want her to stop being my mum. But boundaries exist so that that love doesn't turn into being smothered…
To be fair, undressing or jacking off makes the video CP so you can blackmail your parents with it
I annoy my sisters by connecting to their speakers and every 5 minutes turning their volume down 5 until they can't hear it or pausing it randomly. Sometimes i even turn on random music. I will fuck up anyone who tries to pick on them tho.
Content was fine, but that ridiculous video game in the background is so unpleasant and distracting that I won't be watching this channel again. Good luck.