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After i finished high school, i threw a Party at my house and some dude came in with his mom and dad, they wouldn't even let him play games i set up there, i told them to leave the dude alone and that same guy is now my friend, he moved out his parents house after the party
@@gothgrape (edit) I'm responding to comments, The dude was really shy and acted more cooler around me without his parents, his also the reason I play Def jam (no not Icon or rapstar, I mean the OG games Vendetta and Ny)
Sometimes it's because they _do_ remember and, in their eyes, want to be better than their parents or whoever raised them. But since they've gone mental, they obsessively overcomphensate and latch onto ideas that make sense to them. I can imagine her mother insisting this and putting the fear of it into her. If she got cancer and died, something like that would've absolutely convinced the mom everything really was poisonous, especially if it happened when she was young.
So my best friend when I was like 6 or 7 was like family. And I’m 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 “if my parents know I ran into you, I’m going to be in so much trouble but it was so amazing seeing you.” I sadly couldn’t 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 doesn’t approve of the book on a book report, he’s 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 can’t 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.
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.
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.
Got one of these for you guys. Best friend lived in nyc after she and I dated for 2 years. So at this time I was 22 and o bought some airline tickets to go fly to see her. My parents at the time weren’t in my life and not was I remotely living near them. (Across the country in fact) but some how they found out I was flying to nyc. My mother called and demanded that I let them know what I was doing at all times and when my flight landed and all that. I didn’t want to start a fight told them when I got on the plane and when I landed but then I texted them saying I was going to be busy so don’t expect me to keep them up to date my entire visit. She goes off the hinges and calls me four times and leaves an entire book of texts after that responding to my text. I’ll be honest I didn’t read them cause well I was on vacation and spending time with my best friend and her wonderful mother. Flash forward 6 hours I haven’t checked on my phone cause I was busy hanging out with them and we get a knock on the door. It’s the police doing a wellness check. My parents didn’t have their address, their phone number, and weren’t even on the same side of the country as us but they some how found out my friends address and told the nypd that their son is believed to be kidnapped by my friends at their home address. I had to go to the police station to sort everything out and I ended up getting a restraining order and order of protection for me, my now mother in law, and my wife
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.
Yes, that is how that cult operates. They believe they are raising "warriors for God" and you have to follow very, very strict rules. The Duggars are one example of this group. Scary shit.
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.
She seriously messed him up. I’m assuming when she withheld food from him when he did eat he felt like he had to eat like he wasn’t going to again. When given a lot of good food he kept those habits and ended up gaining a lot of weight. The mother should forever be locked up for seriously fucking this kid up.
My parents say some of the foods that I eat have bad chemicals but they didn't say it about EVERY SINGLE OUTSIDE FOOD.Sorry to hear about this,hopefully they are doing fine now.
That mom served jail time for child abuse? That would have been as if they were giving her a vacation. If it had been for me, well... I would have had that woman locked up in a mental institution. Why? Because she believed that like 99% of foods were harmful to a child due to "chemicals".
Stories like these are why, whenever I hear a news story about a child murdering a parent, my default reaction is to wonder what the parent did to deserve it.
Story 6. I just imagine the mom trying that even when her kid has kids of her own. Karen: You're grounded. Wife: Mom, I'm married, an adult and my kids are right there. Karen: Go up to your room!
I don't understand parents who accuse a boyfriend or girlfriend of "stealing" their child away. The parents got together, don't they realize that their child will grow up and most likely want to find a partner?? Do they think their kid is supposed to be a kid forever? It's horrifying.
"Do they think their kid is supposed to be a kid forever?" Hit the nail on the head; it's just the whole "But that's my BABY!!!" feeling jacked up to the extreme
My mom was one of those parents. I suffer from insomnia and my moms cure was stupid. I had a strict bedtime of 7pm even after I graduated high school. That bedtime stayed until I moved out of the house. Me nor my twin were allowed to leave the house without being accompanied by our younger brothers, why? Because we are women and need to be protected. Our brothers were 12 and 10 and we were adults. We weren't allowed to go over to friends houses most of the time because we were grounded, why? Because she said so. No reason for punishment, she just felt like we needed to be punished. I had a date that I told my mom two weeks in advance about and for the entire two weeks I wouldn't shut up about it. Five minutes before my date arrives, I'm not allowed to go because I didn't tell her enough and when I tell her she ruined my date, she proceeds to tell me I ruined her life so we are even
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.
I make sure to let my parents know even if i am going to take a dump ! Anyway it is how i grew up and when i really think about it i really appreciate them & their efforts . May God bless them eternally .
But she could’ve easily messaged on of her kids friends who lived with him. Jumping on a plane and flying across the continent if you haven’t heard from your child in a few days is a bit much
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!
Yep. The times I've needed money because of bills ate most of my check. The only time I've asked they gave me BS and didn't help. But when they need help, I'm supposed to help
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.
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.
My aunt, it is not immediately obvious at first, but she basically took her kid out of school, homeschools them, lives out in the woods, really restricts tech, etc.
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 mom’s 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 “brave” for looking at our mom’s face. It’s like he doesn’t just want to protect his daughter from the bad things in the world, he doesn’t even want her to know about it.
I was the overprotective parent this time. Not just my children but the children of the neighborhood and I avenged my cat. I turned a woman in that received disability benefits for her "injured" back. Her first strike was yelling at the children for riding their bikes too close to her car when she parked it over the sidewalk where all the kids would ride their bikes for safety due to traffic. She then had the nerve to tell me, with a smug smirk on her face that she yelled at my kids. Strikes 2 & 3 were one scenario, I let my cat outside and he disappeared, one of my other neighbors told me she saw "disabled" neighbor grab him and take him somewhere. I confronted her and she told me straight up she took him to the shelter. I called them and he had already been adopted. I could have tried to call and get him back but it had been about 2 weeks by now and I knew the family through others and their kid was super attached. So I sent an email to the disability office to let them know that her (fixed income housing) apartment's only bathroom and bedrooms were upstairs and she didn't have a commode or bed downstairs. How she would carry arm loads of groceries inside. A day or two later I see someone walking around the neighborhood taking pictures, nothing new because people would often stop by and take pics of my willow tree (RIP). A few days after that, maybe a week, I see a woman in a nice pantsuit with a clipboard go into her apartment. A few weeks later there was moving van. Found out from one of her building neighbors that she lost her benefits. That's my favorite story to tell new people that move into the apartments across the street from me.
I was in AIT and I didn’t call my mom for a few days. Instead of calling me she called the first Sargent (idk how she tracked his number). So while I’m in class my instructor yells at me in front of everyone to Call my mother. He made me call her in front of him because apparently it’s annoying to have a soldiers mommy calling you like a crazy person.
My mom was one of the parents representatives of my school. The amount of crap coming from other parents was insane. We had parents complain about swimming being part of sports for one year - not because somebody could drown, but because her son got a C that year and that is entirely unfair as he always got a B. That was in 6th grade and the marks you get in 6th grade don't matter for anything except if you are so bad, you'd have to repeat the year which he didn't. His parents still made the school change the subject from "sports" to "swimming" for that year which meant everybody had to return their grades in order for them to rewrite them. Another one was when we were doing a project for our annual "school day" think of it like a science fair, but the entire class is doing the projects and there are no judges or anything. Our project was an exhibition about advertisments and how the manipulate people. So one of the ways ads manipulate people is by being sexy - which we illustrated by showing pictures from TV spost, magazine ads and posters that involved shirtless men and/or women in bikini. Again - all pictures were Ads you would see in your usual magazine or on TV on early evening. Still several parents complained about our class being exposed to sexuality and how that kind of education would change us for the worse - pretty ironic as the point was to make people aware of the issue of this kind of content being part of normal adverticing, but somehow they seemed to not have gotten the point. Last one is not directly related to school, but to our local sports club: We had so many incidents with parents running onto the pitch during soccer games either barrating the refferee or attacking other players in order to protect their babies - the sad part of this is that the only real way of stopping them from doing so is to kick the kid out of the team. I know we are punishing those kids for the behaviour of their parents, but we need to make sure all kids that are playing are save and we know just banning the parents won't help as they either show up regardless or pull their kid from the team anyways.
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)
@@catsarelit5305 Tell me about it. If I stand up for me myself and address that issue, then she refuses to speak to me for a lengthy time. Lord knows I need therapy 😪
I had a buddy a year or two behind me. We were both metal heads so we clicked. I give him a ride home and I get bitched out by his mom for giving him a ride. She tells him he's not allowed to hang with goths (I was a thrash and power metal fan, so anthrax and iced earth shirts) because I'm a bad influence. OK, fine. We stop talking and the kid fell in with the dope fiends. Ha.
As a goth; wow, she couldn't even tell a metalhead and a goth apart? Yikes, those people stereotyping alternative folks of any kind somehow can never be bothered to do a quick google search on what they're claiming to hate... Either that, or they secretly don't have the gonads to actually try and build an argument for their stupidity. Like, all they basically do is parrot what some idiot said about a subculture that they know nothing about.
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...
I was pretty involved with the brony fandom for a while. Parents are fairly Conservative Christians Taking a slow but certain turn towards the liberal after recent events. The first time I told my parents about a meetup in my town I was going to, my mother started freaking out because she was afraid that I was going to be, and I quote: " Seduced and kidnapped by pedophiles that will take advantage of me." I was like in my early 20s at the time.
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.
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@@-3c1ip3s- great question.
After i finished high school, i threw a Party at my house and some dude came in with his mom and dad, they wouldn't even let him play games i set up there, i told them to leave the dude alone and that same guy is now my friend, he moved out his parents house after the party
Good to hear feck helicopter parents
You done good
@@gothgrape (edit) I'm responding to comments, The dude was really shy and acted more cooler around me without his parents, his also the reason I play Def jam (no not Icon or rapstar, I mean the OG games Vendetta and Ny)
Uncle sam's gonna be jealous
Good job you changed his life
Parents like this just make me sick. I truly don’t understand how someone could treat their child so poorly. You were their age once loosen up.
I think that’s the problem. They remember what they were up to and because they maybe did some bad shit their child isn’t allowed anything
Sometimes it's because they _do_ remember and, in their eyes, want to be better than their parents or whoever raised them. But since they've gone mental, they obsessively overcomphensate and latch onto ideas that make sense to them. I can imagine her mother insisting this and putting the fear of it into her. If she got cancer and died, something like that would've absolutely convinced the mom everything really was poisonous, especially if it happened when she was young.
So my best friend when I was like 6 or 7 was like family. And I’m 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 “if my parents know I ran into you, I’m going to be in so much trouble but it was so amazing seeing you.” I sadly couldn’t 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 doesn’t approve of the book on a book report, he’s 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 can’t
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.
Hey did you know that there is smth called cps
You should talk to the authorities. If he had cuts and bruises, he should be able to score a protection order
Fucking what? Dude that is child abuse and need to be reported immediately...
What are you, 13?
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.
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.
Did she find you??
Got one of these for you guys. Best friend lived in nyc after she and I dated for 2 years. So at this time I was 22 and o bought some airline tickets to go fly to see her. My parents at the time weren’t in my life and not was I remotely living near them. (Across the country in fact) but some how they found out I was flying to nyc. My mother called and demanded that I let them know what I was doing at all times and when my flight landed and all that. I didn’t want to start a fight told them when I got on the plane and when I landed but then I texted them saying I was going to be busy so don’t expect me to keep them up to date my entire visit. She goes off the hinges and calls me four times and leaves an entire book of texts after that responding to my text. I’ll be honest I didn’t read them cause well I was on vacation and spending time with my best friend and her wonderful mother. Flash forward 6 hours I haven’t checked on my phone cause I was busy hanging out with them and we get a knock on the door. It’s the police doing a wellness check. My parents didn’t have their address, their phone number, and weren’t even on the same side of the country as us but they some how found out my friends address and told the nypd that their son is believed to be kidnapped by my friends at their home address. I had to go to the police station to sort everything out and I ended up getting a restraining order and order of protection for me, my now mother in law, and my wife
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.
Yes, that is how that cult operates. They believe they are raising "warriors for God" and you have to follow very, very strict rules. The Duggars are one example of this group. Scary shit.
Religious extremists probably
@@pankoza Bingo. Can't have any of that sinful secular media corrupting your kids, after all!!!1 /s
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.
The nom deserved it
She seriously messed him up. I’m assuming when she withheld food from him when he did eat he felt like he had to eat like he wasn’t going to again. When given a lot of good food he kept those habits and ended up gaining a lot of weight. The mother should forever be locked up for seriously fucking this kid up.
My parents say some of the foods that I eat have bad chemicals but they didn't say it about EVERY SINGLE OUTSIDE FOOD.Sorry to hear about this,hopefully they are doing fine now.
That mom served jail time for child abuse?
That would have been as if they were giving her a vacation.
If it had been for me, well... I would have had that woman locked up in a mental institution.
Why? Because she believed that like 99% of foods were harmful to a child due to "chemicals".
@@DWH12nah, she needs to be in prison and get a little inmate justice.
Stories like these are why, whenever I hear a news story about a child murdering a parent, my default reaction is to wonder what the parent did to deserve it.
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.
Same.
@@AtrelitheNerdGirlThat's sad. It is good to know you're not alone, right?
@@drrocketman7794 True that. All we can do now is try to move forward.
Well even though it’s late better late then never
@@catsarelit5305 True that.
Story 6. I just imagine the mom trying that even when her kid has kids of her own. Karen: You're grounded. Wife: Mom, I'm married, an adult and my kids are right there. Karen: Go up to your room!
I don't understand parents who accuse a boyfriend or girlfriend of "stealing" their child away. The parents got together, don't they realize that their child will grow up and most likely want to find a partner?? Do they think their kid is supposed to be a kid forever? It's horrifying.
"Do they think their kid is supposed to be a kid forever?" Hit the nail on the head; it's just the whole "But that's my BABY!!!" feeling jacked up to the extreme
My mom was one of those parents. I suffer from insomnia and my moms cure was stupid. I had a strict bedtime of 7pm even after I graduated high school. That bedtime stayed until I moved out of the house. Me nor my twin were allowed to leave the house without being accompanied by our younger brothers, why? Because we are women and need to be protected. Our brothers were 12 and 10 and we were adults. We weren't allowed to go over to friends houses most of the time because we were grounded, why? Because she said so. No reason for punishment, she just felt like we needed to be punished. I had a date that I told my mom two weeks in advance about and for the entire two weeks I wouldn't shut up about it. Five minutes before my date arrives, I'm not allowed to go because I didn't tell her enough and when I tell her she ruined my date, she proceeds to tell me I ruined her life so we are even
that camera story self pleasure part is genius! they can be arrested for possessing child material
I was running the streets at 13 or 14. I’ll be gone for days. Getting drunk and high. Never asked where I was or with who.
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.
As far as the Christmas card thing people throughout the envelope with the address on it weeks before they get rid of the card
I make sure to let my parents know even if i am going to take a dump ! Anyway it is how i grew up and when i really think about it i really appreciate them & their efforts .
May God bless them eternally .
A lot of these aren’t overprotectiveness, they are either spoiled kids or just abuse
Man married a fundie and SURVIVED
Wait... isn't the entire point of Nightcrawler to not judge a book by it's cover.... and she judges it by it's cover....
I've never understood why any parent would raise a helpless child.. on purpose
I thought my parents where overprotective cuz they didnt let me go to overnight parties and go pack home before 23
Listening to some of this stuff, I can only think, what drugs are these people on
Everything rappers take, at the same time
Percs, lean, coke, meth, ecstasy etc
My boy! Deadrising 2!
The first one was from am I the jerk channel
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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
But she could’ve easily messaged on of her kids friends who lived with him. Jumping on a plane and flying across the continent if you haven’t heard from your child in a few days is a bit much
Older and wiser me looking back, tf was I thinking?
ignore the serious shit, what tf those zombies doing?
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!
Yep. The times I've needed money because of bills ate most of my check.
The only time I've asked they gave me BS and didn't help. But when they need help, I'm supposed to help
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?? No freaking way!!
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.
My aunt, it is not immediately obvious at first, but she basically took her kid out of school, homeschools them, lives out in the woods, really restricts tech, etc.
Most of these aren’t overprotective parents…they’re abusive parents!!!
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 mom’s 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 “brave” for looking at our mom’s face.
It’s like he doesn’t just want to protect his daughter from the bad things in the world, he doesn’t even want her to know about it.
Your brother took the saying ignorance is bliss a little too literally
@@jakevex4198 That or "Out of sight, out of mind"
There’s being protective and there’s being a helicopter parent.
I was the overprotective parent this time. Not just my children but the children of the neighborhood and I avenged my cat. I turned a woman in that received disability benefits for her "injured" back. Her first strike was yelling at the children for riding their bikes too close to her car when she parked it over the sidewalk where all the kids would ride their bikes for safety due to traffic. She then had the nerve to tell me, with a smug smirk on her face that she yelled at my kids. Strikes 2 & 3 were one scenario, I let my cat outside and he disappeared, one of my other neighbors told me she saw "disabled" neighbor grab him and take him somewhere. I confronted her and she told me straight up she took him to the shelter. I called them and he had already been adopted. I could have tried to call and get him back but it had been about 2 weeks by now and I knew the family through others and their kid was super attached. So I sent an email to the disability office to let them know that her (fixed income housing) apartment's only bathroom and bedrooms were upstairs and she didn't have a commode or bed downstairs. How she would carry arm loads of groceries inside. A day or two later I see someone walking around the neighborhood taking pictures, nothing new because people would often stop by and take pics of my willow tree (RIP). A few days after that, maybe a week, I see a woman in a nice pantsuit with a clipboard go into her apartment. A few weeks later there was moving van. Found out from one of her building neighbors that she lost her benefits. That's my favorite story to tell new people that move into the apartments across the street from me.
This is crazy, and sometimes I can relate to.
(Story 11) Yeah, here in Canada it’s fricking cold.
*Story 12
I was in AIT and I didn’t call my mom for a few days. Instead of calling me she called the first Sargent (idk how she tracked his number). So while I’m in class my instructor yells at me in front of everyone to Call my mother. He made me call her in front of him because apparently it’s annoying to have a soldiers mommy calling you like a crazy person.
My mom was one of the parents representatives of my school. The amount of crap coming from other parents was insane. We had parents complain about swimming being part of sports for one year - not because somebody could drown, but because her son got a C that year and that is entirely unfair as he always got a B. That was in 6th grade and the marks you get in 6th grade don't matter for anything except if you are so bad, you'd have to repeat the year which he didn't. His parents still made the school change the subject from "sports" to "swimming" for that year which meant everybody had to return their grades in order for them to rewrite them.
Another one was when we were doing a project for our annual "school day" think of it like a science fair, but the entire class is doing the projects and there are no judges or anything. Our project was an exhibition about advertisments and how the manipulate people. So one of the ways ads manipulate people is by being sexy - which we illustrated by showing pictures from TV spost, magazine ads and posters that involved shirtless men and/or women in bikini. Again - all pictures were Ads you would see in your usual magazine or on TV on early evening. Still several parents complained about our class being exposed to sexuality and how that kind of education would change us for the worse - pretty ironic as the point was to make people aware of the issue of this kind of content being part of normal adverticing, but somehow they seemed to not have gotten the point.
Last one is not directly related to school, but to our local sports club: We had so many incidents with parents running onto the pitch during soccer games either barrating the refferee or attacking other players in order to protect their babies - the sad part of this is that the only real way of stopping them from doing so is to kick the kid out of the team. I know we are punishing those kids for the behaviour of their parents, but we need to make sure all kids that are playing are save and we know just banning the parents won't help as they either show up regardless or pull their kid from the team anyways.
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.
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)
I'm 37 and still considered my mom's "baby boy"
Oof
@@catsarelit5305 Tell me about it. If I stand up for me myself and address that issue, then she refuses to speak to me for a lengthy time. Lord knows I need therapy 😪
@@SpencerMiller574 then cut ties bro whatcha doin
I had a buddy a year or two behind me. We were both metal heads so we clicked. I give him a ride home and I get bitched out by his mom for giving him a ride. She tells him he's not allowed to hang with goths (I was a thrash and power metal fan, so anthrax and iced earth shirts) because I'm a bad influence. OK, fine. We stop talking and the kid fell in with the dope fiends. Ha.
As a goth; wow, she couldn't even tell a metalhead and a goth apart? Yikes, those people stereotyping alternative folks of any kind somehow can never be bothered to do a quick google search on what they're claiming to hate... Either that, or they secretly don't have the gonads to actually try and build an argument for their stupidity. Like, all they basically do is parrot what some idiot said about a subculture that they know nothing about.
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...
WHY TF DID YOU LET KENNETH DIE?
Thirteenth.
What's the background game on this video here?
One of the dead rising games
What did they mean by: "returned them after im done with them" 🤨
You know who else was super overbearing controlling and super overprotective. Ed gein's mother. Think about it.
Story 8 : is kinda cute and scary at the same time
One of the first
2:22 what was that kids name I think I was in her class
Hello
DEADRISING 2!!!
I was pretty involved with the brony fandom for a while. Parents are fairly
Conservative Christians Taking a slow but certain turn towards the liberal after recent events. The first time I told my parents about a meetup in my town I was going to, my mother started freaking out because she was afraid that I was going to be, and I quote: " Seduced and kidnapped by pedophiles that will take advantage of me."
I was like in my early 20s at the time.
That's when you should have told her I'm too old for pedophiles
Crazy people are allowed to drive and care for children even if they “like to go off their meds”? Life is stupid.
5:02
Story 18, damn.
Meanwhile I was the kid who would go tobogganing down a ski slope and doing other crazy shit
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.
Some of these parents should never have had kids. Your kids ARE NOT OBJECTS!! THEY ARE HUMAN BEINGS JUST LIKE YOU!!?