I Have Strict Parents
I grew up extremely regimented,regulated and instructed. Discipline was my parents middle name. First off the were very strict on grades and my education. They forced me to learn the piano. I had no passion for it but it did not matter. I had to sit there for 2 hours everyday and practice. If I didn't play I had to sit there regardless. Eventually they gave up and I no longer had to take lessons.
When I woke up in the morning I had to greet them with a good morning. When I went to bed at night I had to bid them a goodnight. I was not allowed to watch tv without at least 1 parent home. When I could watch tv what I could watch was heavily monitored. I had to watch educational programs or news type programs.
I could only listen to music they approved of. I was not allowed to say certain words. I was not allowed to be friends with other children who my parents seemed beneath us.
When I would finish my homework my father would check it over. If I made a mistake he would make me redo it. I remember crying so many times because I didn't know what I was doing wrong. His explanations did not help me either. The more he yelled the louder I would cry.
My mother wasn't any better. She would force my siblings and I to work in these workbooks she would buy us. They had math,spelling and other type things in them. Every school year she would buy us new pencils and those stupid workbooks.
She was also stern with appearances. If she did not approve of your outfit she made you change. My big brother was chubby and she would just get on him about it. She bought some book about overweight kids diet plans and he had found it and cried.
That was the time the entire family got YMCA memberships. My parents made it out to be about the entire family being fit. We all knew deep down it was because my parents didn't want to have overweight kids. It was an image thing.
When I woke up in the morning I had to greet them with a good morning. When I went to bed at night I had to bid them a goodnight. I was not allowed to watch tv without at least 1 parent home. When I could watch tv what I could watch was heavily monitored. I had to watch educational programs or news type programs.
I could only listen to music they approved of. I was not allowed to say certain words. I was not allowed to be friends with other children who my parents seemed beneath us.
When I would finish my homework my father would check it over. If I made a mistake he would make me redo it. I remember crying so many times because I didn't know what I was doing wrong. His explanations did not help me either. The more he yelled the louder I would cry.
My mother wasn't any better. She would force my siblings and I to work in these workbooks she would buy us. They had math,spelling and other type things in them. Every school year she would buy us new pencils and those stupid workbooks.
She was also stern with appearances. If she did not approve of your outfit she made you change. My big brother was chubby and she would just get on him about it. She bought some book about overweight kids diet plans and he had found it and cried.
That was the time the entire family got YMCA memberships. My parents made it out to be about the entire family being fit. We all knew deep down it was because my parents didn't want to have overweight kids. It was an image thing.
31-35, M
