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Parents you can tell anything to and be heard without judgement, or a list of all your failings in life.

Parents you're not afraid to tell that you tried for something, just in case you fail and it will be used against you for the rest of your life?

Just to clarify, I love my parents and know they love me back, but 10 minutes is literally the limit of co-existence

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[โ€“] Zorsith@lemmy.blahaj.zone 7 points 1 week ago* (last edited 1 week ago)

They're fine now, as people, but I don't hold a lot of trust in them and I don't tell them much about my interests.

To modify the Miranda rights quote, "anything you say, do, or express interest in can and will be used against you". Anything i talked about or enjoyed in my childhood was poked fun at by my dad to the point i stopped enjoying it and stopped talking to them about my likes/dislikes, and my mom can't/couldn't keep a secret for shit.

Dad also had zero understanding of personal space or privacy, and would just barge in my bedroom at any time (through a locked door, one of those doorknobs that can be unlocked with a flathead or a coin).

Stopped invading my personal space after i got big enough and held him in an elbow lock in a public space once; he kept putting his hand in my face and i eventually slapped it away, he got pissed and tried to get us to leave and grabbed my arm.

We get along mostly fine as adults after i moved out, he recognizes he fucked up a lot, but i don't consider it a close relationship.