“Trapped Under the Chopper: 40 Adults Reveal the Dark Truths of Growing Up with Helicopter Parents”

"Trapped Under the Chopper: 40 Adults Reveal the Dark Truths of Growing Up with Helicopter Parents"

Also, one year my Mom stole my stuff, lied about it for months, then gave it to me for Christmas.

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#23

I got married and moved halfway across the country. We didn’t talk and she didn’t even know what town we lived in for six months. I think she realized that if you treat your child like they’re stupid or incapable without you they won’t want to have a relationship anymore.

My sibling’s have life so much easier now so that makes up for it a little. They have friends, they don’t have to make plans a week in advance so she can think about giving them permission, they actually have f*****g hobbies that make them happy. She’s now the kind of mom I wish I had growing up and while it does sting a little, I’m glad for them.

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#24

As a 28 year old, it’s tough. How people deal with it is down to personality. I love my parents but they want so much control over me and I am a people pleaser so I can’t help but do what they say. I still live with them now because They just don’t want me to go. They want me to live with them even after marriage. When I got a boyfriend they wouldn’t accept it saying he’s just a friend you hang out with.
They are moving soon and they are saying how they are setting up my room so we can be together. I want to be close to them but sometimes I find it hard. They’re constantly judging everything I do. At 28 I still have a curfew, still judged by what I can and can’t wear, still told I can and can’t eat what and the bickering and nagging happens daily. It has got to the point I feel depressed but am afraid to say anything because trust me there is absolutely no negotiation with my parents. If I do anything they don’t approve of I get screamed at and the last thing I want is to cause them any stress.
So yes, very very tough. I do try to have a life, last year was the first time I got SLIGHTLY drunk and came home. My work had a social, and because I had no experience, I drank a bit too quickly. You can already tell what the outcome was like coming home. My mum gets annoyed at me going out now if it’s not for work.

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