“Trapped Under the Chopper: 40 Adults Reveal the Dark Truths of Growing Up with Helicopter Parents”
No late nights. No dating. No having people over.
They started to relax once I became an adult. Sure, I couldn’t have booze in the house, but all other restrictions were gone.
Once I moved out, they finally treated me less as a child and more like a peer and with respect.
#38
Back when I was 18 I came downstairs to get my dinner, and get my soda. I have big hands, and my dad was being an a*s trying to make me take 2 trips. One for the plate of food, one for the soda. I could carry a plate in one hand, and a soda in the other. It’s not an issue.
Well he wanted me to use both hands on the plate, and come back for the soda. He liked micromanaging my life like that, and I just had enough of his s**t.
I had dealt with every minute s**t like that for 18 years. I took one swing, and punched him in the mouth. Knocked him to the floor, and I took my stuff upstairs the way I was going to.
Since then, he stopped a large majority of his b******t. He still tries to boss me around when I talk to him, but I then boss him around and he shuts up.
The worst part is, I don’t want to boss him around. It’s just the only way he stops his b******t. If I could tell him to stop, and he would, I’d do that. If you tell him to stop he just keeps going.
#39
We weren’t allowed tv on school days and they were even more bad with me to protect me from the gay. Also were “too tired” to help me get my drivers license for 6 years etc.
We lost mom to cancer but dad is around.
As I’ve aged I just don’t have respect for overprotective in ways that don’t matter but, say, let my older brother bully growing up and never deal with it.
