I had the exact opposite of supporting parents for my interests. I had a controlling stepfather that deliberately forbid me from doing any of my interests because none of them coincided with his own. If I (or my brother) were interested or wanted to do something he also did not want to do, it wasn't going to happen. I wasn't even allowed to read my books for cryin' out loud. I couldn't game, and I couldn't research any number of sciences.
It was football, sports, outdoors, cars, booze, and girls. That was all we were allowed to even really talk about in his presence. I hate all of those except women, and I hate talking about women as if they're just sexual objects (which is what the conversation was with him). Luckily my brother liked most of those, so it wasn't that bad for him.
It was a very unpleasant 13 years. Felt like a 13 year war against an oppressor I couldn't possibly win against. Then I got the chance to move out at 17 and I snatched it faster than a bolt of lightning.
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I am Jon Stewart with some Colbert cynicism, Thomas Edison's curiousity, wrapped around a hardcore gamer sprinkled very liberally with Deadpool, and finished off with an almost Poison Ivy-esque love/hate relationship with humanity flourish.