I feel totally violated.

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My parents rearranged my entire room while I was out.

I have no idea where anything is, stuff is either randomly missing or in the completely wrong places. There are stuff on top of cd players so that they can't open. There was a magnet stuck to the side of my computer tower (For Godsakes! Don't they know anything about electronics?). My computer tower itself is turned so that I can't reach or see the buttons.

They cleaned the dust from behind the back of my bed. Gee well thats nice, but why is my computer and keyboard all covered with dust that wasn't there before?! I think I'd rather it under my bed than on my keyboard!

If I ask them where something is or why it is in a completely stupid place they basically flatout lie and tell me they found it somewhere other than where it was.
Eg: A box full of things with the lid sitting on top of it. I point out exactly where it was before, and ask where it is now. They say they never saw such a box but found the lid right down the other end of the room.
If I insist that it was where it has been every day for the last 6 months and was this morning before they messed with it, they tell me I must be mistaken because they found it elsewhere.

And when you consider that this is the case with pretty much everything in my room, not merely one box... GAH!

This is going to take AGES to sort out IF I ever even manage to find everything! I feel like this isn't my room anymore, its some kind of... foreign place.

^&!^*&!@#*&!R#@&R)*!&@R)!@*(&!)@(R()*&! !@R!! !! I am so completely and utterly pissed off! I don't go through their rooms and turn it all upside down! Maybe I should. >_<

Arg! My dirty clothes are all mixed in with my clean clothes! They have my videogame maps in a bundle with my board game maps, a comic, and some miscellaneous stuff from a box that they claim didn't ever exist!
What they've done is basically the equivalent of someone taking all the green Monopoly houses and putting them with the green Risk pieces and green pieces from all other games. It might make sense to them, but its utterly useless for its intended purpose!

Goddamit, I had everything ordered and categorised! Now it makes no sense at all!

Then when I'm all upset about it they always brush me off as if it doesn't matter, and try and change the topic. Or just go out.



Why oh why... when everything is going fine, do they feel the need to completely screw up my world?

Were they searching for contraband? Does your computer still work / did you use it to start this thread?

Ugh, I can relate, Sanity. My mother has a penchant for rearranging furniture, and she's performed similiar feats in my room. She rearranged everything once without saying a word to me while I was in high school, I left that morning, came back in the afternoon, and found my room was totally different. She'd done it several times before, and each time I freaked out and she got upset, but that did not stop her from doing it again, this time after I came to college. When I got home, I found my room rearranged *again* and, while contemplating how many possible variations you could possibly make with the same pieces of furniture in one room, and *why* you would really want to find out, I once again freaked out at her. This time, however, I made her help me move everything back to the way it was before. After all that, I think she finally learned her lesson.

I wish my parents would learn the lesson, they've done this to me too many times...

Heh, if I had any contraband I would have happily forked it over in exchange for leaving my room unscathed. I think they just thought it was messy, or whatever excuse they happened to be using this time. :

And yeah my computer still works thankfully... as soon as I saw the magnet on there I flung it away to magnetise elsewhere!

Ironically enough the magnet says "Could be worse"...

Was your room a pigsty?

If so, if I was a parent I'd probably dump dust from behind the bed onto something they liked to try and teach them a lesson.

But i can't really talk my room looks like a tornado went through it.

Damn, once my mother did this. I went away for a week, she had told me she was going to be decorating the house and when I returned all she had done was rearrange my room when I had EXPLICITLY asked her not to. I was extremely annoyed and I think I gave her much grief for doing so but I ended up liking the new arrangement

you have my deepest sympathy, sanity. quite frankly, other people farting about with my stuff is a capital offence, in my world. living on one's own has its compensations...

Hey sanity, I think you could have some fun with this. Like you said you could do it to them. Hmmm you could start in the bathroom and move on to the kitchen before attacking their bedroom...or you could just dive right in and go for the bedroom first.

Go on Sanity, take your sarcasm and classic witt to the party and then tell us how it goes....plz

That sucks - I mean fair enough if they clean it out (dust etc.) but rearranging without even asking you?

I know what you mean about the dust though, the more you "hunt" for it the more of it gets spread over visible surfaces!

The thought fills me with palpable horror. I HATE people moving my stuff - no one ever touched my room, even as a kid. It is a gross violation of your personal space. Start by swapping your parents underwear into different drawers, then moving all the bedroom furniture a couple of inches and switching stuff round at random in their room while they're out. Hopefully that should do the trick.

No-one ever re-arranges my room. Teh advantage of living in teh loft. Too much effort for my arthritic dad to climb and my mum just won't

Put a lock on your door.

I did this so no one can get into my bedroom, as my brother likes to steal my stuff and pawn it

I put a lock on my door and I have never been happyer (<~~ I hope you don't lynch me for that) in my life. I can lock it and space out without my family members startling the sh*t out of me. And I can enjoy the stuff that if they found, would have never exsisted. . . .

YUCK!

I can't image ever doing that to my children, unless as Sean mentioned, I had reason to look for drugs or something.

I have, however, told my older child that he was grounded until his room was picked up. Generally I just close his door when it gets messy but the plates on the floor was a bit much. We don't need more bugs in the house. If he left it long enough it might mold or something, making a health issue.

I do so like the idea of making sutle changes to your parents' room...ie moving underware and such.

BeeBee

I've had this happen too. I went away for a week to wales on a uni field class and came back to find everything had changed. I'd explicitly told her not to touch anything, she'd explicity promised no to and yet when I returned she very much had . What the hell was she thinking?

She'd stuck my plants on top of shelves so they were in the dark near the ceiling and almost dead (she has a thing where she's totally cluless about light. She thinks that angling venetian blinds downwards lets more light in since it lets her see the street. It completely evades her that the light comes mostly from the sky, not the street, and that when the plants look dark, it's a sign that there's little light incident upon them.)

All my stuff was in odd places, my bed was in a crappy position and I'd been looking forward to getting back to my familar old room after a stressful week away, only to come back to find that I no longer had a room and that it had been replaced by some alien place. When confronted with it, she smiled in her stupid way and truly seemed to think that she'd done something nice for me, then got all defensive and started on about how I should be grateful, how it's so much better like that, that I shouldn't have had it the way it was before, it was her house so she could do as she liked and so on.

This was repeated in it's entirety the next year when I had a field class in Majorca. Again, I was not amused.

My mum has an odd psychology to her where she can do things for one (bad) reason, all the while 'knowing' that she's doing it for another (good) reason. She often tries to get me to do things 'because I really want to' by saying stuff like "Just think how much more comfortable you'd be if only you did X". Sometimes I manage to extract the truth from her ("Just think how much more comfortable you'd be if only you did X" translates to "I want you to do X because Y is annoying me", but it's difficult since she seldom seems conciously aware of her motivations.

My parents do not touch my room luckily. Otherwise, they would find a BB gun they did not know about.