Overprotective Parents

Overprotective Parents What are the roles of parents? I believe that the role of parents is essential for the growing minds of teenagers. Parents should be there to support me in my time of need or in my time of glory. I should be able to tell my parents everything instead of lying all the time to go somewhere or avoid a certain subject. They should not keep breathing over my neck to know everything there is to know about me by snooping through my room or for me to give them details on what happened at a movie one night. My parents should let me experience the real world and not have me kept locked up in the house all the time. They will not always be there to protect me from the harsh reality of life. Overprotective parents aggravate me because they invade my privacy, they treat me as a child, they have me on a curfew, they do not support me, they are inconsiderate of my feelings, and they do not communicate with me. Overprotective parents aggravate me because they invade my privacy. Privacy to me is not snooping through any of my things and letting me have my personal space. My parents just call my name when they are right by my door and then just barge in when I answer. I hate that because I may be getting dressed from just getting out of the shower. Sometimes my mom goes through my trash to find something to yell at me for and it is so disgusting. I sometimes come home to find the things in my room are rearranged differently. That is another way of knowing someone has been in my room and snooping around. When I am on my laptop, she peers over my shoulder and questions what picture I am looking at or what I am writing. I tell her it is none of her business and she goes on about how I am living under her roof so it is her business. She gives me no time for myself, when I want to be alone she bothers me. My parents treat me like a child. I am 18 years old, an adult and I get treated like a ten year old. They always constantly remind me to do something such as wash the dishes, take out the trash, or even feed the cats. They do not understand that I know that I need to do these things. I always have to ask permission on where I am going, who I am with, and what time I am going to be home. I am not that little child anymore who has to be told to take a shower, brush my teeth, eat my vegetables, or comb my hair. My parents like to sit on the couch and eat, but they tell me that I cannot sit and eat on the couch. The only time I can do that, is if we have a party. I am an adult and I would like to be treated like one. It is ridiculous living in a world full of adults, but only knowing the life of a child. Overprotective parents aggravate me because I am put on a curfew. Being that I am 18 and in a college atmosphere, I still have to make a curfew. My parents call an "early night" nine or ten o'clock at the latest. I would like to stay out until two or three o'clock in the morning from a party and to just experience the college lifestyle. Since I live at home, I do not receive that luxury of staying out late at night and experiencing college life. I cannot hang out with the majority of my friends after they get off of work because they get off around nine or ten at night. Although I am borrowing my parent's car, I still should be able to go out as late as I want and I will be responsible enough to come back in one piece. My parents do not support me. Support to me is when you say encouraging words to someone or attending a game or ceremony that means a lot to them. When the guidance counselors at the high school and I decided I would attend college, my mother had said in a nasty tone, "You think you are going to go to college? Do you think we can afford that?" I am assuming that she had never heard of loans, grants, or scholarships because she made a huffing noise after I told her I could get those. I was in the Elizabeth City State University's Marching Vikings and I never saw my parents attend one single football game to watch me perform at halftime. When I played sports in high school, my parents did not cheer me on. I heard everyone's voices but my parents when scoring a goal or making a basket. In cheerleading, my parents did not go to my one competition that I had where we won first place. I did not hear the words, "I am so proud of you," come out of their mouths. It meant a lot to hear those few words to come out of their mouths. When graduation had come around, I graduated with honors and the top twenty percent in my class. I also was awarded scholarships for my academics. My parents did not say anything, but just attended the graduation ceremony. It would be nice to hear a few words of encouragement and to see my parents in the stands during an event that means the world to me. My overprotective parents are inconsiderate of my feelings. Whenever I try to have a conversation with them, I either get the door slammed in my face, my mother's hand in my face, or I am told to shut up because a television show is on. I really break down emotionally when this sort of thing happens. It seems like whenever I try to speak out, I receive nothing. My father told me once that the world does not revolve around me. He told me that because I had asked about a ride to go to one of my friend's house. Since I played so many sports throughout my grade school years, my father I am assuming got tired of bringing me back and forth five minutes down the street to a practice. I knew that the world did not revolve around me. My mother would sometimes go into her stories of, "when I was your age…" and I have to get it through her head that this is a different century than she was raised in. Overprotective parents need to realize that they cannot always be there to say for me to brush my teeth or to be home at eleven. They cannot keep us forever just to know what I am doing every minute of every hour. I need to be able to experience life at its fullest and not to depend on them for everything. When I make an accomplishment, I would appreciate to receive some form of appraisal. Communication is the key to any relationship. I need to be able to have my space and to grow up in this environment and not in their own little fantasy world.