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Sunset outside Dollar General, TN April 13, 2023

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Me and my mutuals rebloging the same post

My mom talks constantly about how she and I have a close relationship and don't keep things from each other, but the thing is, is that she doesn't know anything.

Whenever I've tried to talk to her about a intense mental issue I'm feeling, she snaps at me like I offended her. And she does it every time. I've stopped talking to her about personal things because she either doesn't listen and makes it all about her problems, can't keep her big mouth shut and tells people, or snaps at me like I'm criticizing her parenting or some shit.

My Dad has been the one that I've been able to come to for a judgement free safe zone.

When I or someone else talks about me seeing a therapist for my anxiety/depression, she rebukes it and says I don't need it. Yes, I've gone almost 16 years without any therapy and have been suffering because my Mother is too blind to see it (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.), even though I went through severe bullying and mental/physical abuse from a CHRISTIAN PRIVATE SCHOOL that Mom forced me to go to, despite my Dad wanting me to go to public school and she could see what it was doing to me. I was chewing my arms for fuck sake!

But yeah, long story short, I can't tell my mom anything personal and/or private without some sort of judgement, and I can't get ANY mental health aid because of her grip on my life.

"Should parents read their daughter's texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?"

Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, “Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?”

I was surprised when the first panelist answered the question as if it were about cyberbullying. The adult audience nodded sagely as she spoke about the importance of protecting children online.

I reached for the microphone next. I said, “As far as reading your child’s texts or logging into their social media profiles, I would say 99.9% of the time, do not do that.”

Looks of total shock answered me. I actually saw heads jerk back in surprise. Even some of my fellow panelists blinked.

Everyone stared as I explained that going behind a child’s back in such a way severs the bond of trust with the parent. When I said, “This is the most effective way to ensure that your child never tells you anything,” it was like I’d delivered a revelation.

It’s easy to talk about the disconnect between the old and the young, but I don’t think I’d ever been so slapped in the face by the reality of it. It was clear that for most of the parents I spoke to, the idea of such actions as a violation had never occurred to them at all.

It alarms me how quickly adults forget that children are people.

it’s so true, but the rhyming and pictures make it an easier pill to swallow for some :)