I hate my parents.

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I really do. Sometimes they can be an extreme nuisance. For example, they come into my room constantly whenever I'm on a computer, and come to the conclusion I'm looking at pornography just by the look on my face and my father pokes me at random, getting me on my nerves. When I spent the night at the psychiatric ward for trying to kill myself, my mother sobbed uncontrollably. Either that or she's a really bad actress. Dad was shaken too, but show little in the way of outward emotion.

It seems as though they always patronize me. Suppose I were to write a screenplay about a blind singer and his deaf-mute, ret*d brother forming a rock band and entering a contest to raise money for a heart operation for the former's homeless girlfriend, who also happens be dating a psychopathic, German NAMBLA member with a liking for hot sauce. To my parents, that would be a masterpiece. You know why? Because I wrote it.

What a crock.

Who doesn't?

Try writing a story about someone just like yourself in a situation just like yours. Let your character's frustrations be known, and let the reader see how your character's parents learned to understand at least a little of your character's feelings and how to be the parents he or she needs.

About a week ago, I sat and listened as the parents of a young ASD son asked other parents how they could be most helpful and supportive for him. My guess is that your parents care a lot but need some of those same kind of answers for themselves ... and maybe you could be the best one to let them know?

This random poking thing-have you explained to your father that it bothers you? Some of us have issues about being touched suddenly. I had to explain this a few times to my family members, because they would do that type of thing to try to get my attention. They didn't realize that I was holding back screams, because I couldn't stand it. Sometimes I still have to remind them. It helped me to wait until I was calm to talk to them about it and put it simply. I hope things get better for you.

Dude, you tried to kill yourself! Your mother's sobbing was likely legitimate, and your father didn't show much emotion because that's expected of men. (Plus, your mother might have been doing enough crying for both of them; I've actually seen stuff like that.)

my dad touches me like that as well.
that or he comes to my door and watches me, and gets angry when i want him to stop. he will occasionally reach out and grab my shoulder, or corner me and force me to hug him, or pull at my hair from the back. all attempts to annoy because he likes seeing the reactions.
i hate it.

You know, just to screw with them, visit porn sites and leave the computer on one, knowing that one of them will walk in. If they care that much, they won't know how to react when they see it, and they'll realize just how embarassing snooping into the business of others can be.

Ok, I guess you could also just say "Dad, please leave."

nooo!! ! they will punish you if they find out!

and the prob is the dad doesnt leave when ya ask!

Don't get me started on my parents, well parent actually. My dad. The least said the better.

I loved and admired my father. I still admire him, in a certain way.
But he was a sick man and his inheritage is terrible, terrific (in a metaphoric way).

Idem with my mother, but differently and on the woman side of course.


It's not always easy to have the parents we have, or had.