I told my Mom the other day that I was Athiest. Next day right before school, I find my Dad screaming at me for being one.

Then today I had to have a long conversation with them, about 2 hours of him saying I am wrong and have no right or God will kill me. My Mom saying that I say things when she just as well says things about my Dad to me, but I don't go around telling him those things. And when I tell my Dad the things my Mom has said, she lies and denies everything I have said - saying I am "putting words in her mouth". Wtf?

Then my Dad also goes ahead and says I can't break up with my GF or he'll ground me. (THis I also told my Mom a while ago) WTF?

I am literally being controlled by my parents. I have to be home at 6 pm. I can't go outside on my sidewalk to talk to my friends unless I call my Dad up. I can't even get a fucking bowl of cereal without asking my dad.

COME ON! He says I have luxuries and freedoms - yes - within the house. But outside, my social life, it is being strangled by his belt. As if he is trying to keep me inside the box so my value on my cheap plastic toy body will go up in price.

I want a life. I want to be able to choose. But no, I am always faced with questions like "do you do drugs?" every fucking day of my miserable little life. He says "I don't want you going down the wrong road" but the sad thing is, these are the reasons that make kids go down the 'wrong' road. It certanly made me do terrible things.

*Sigh* Does anyone else go through this problem? Or want to talk about it?

Well I, personally, have never suffered a problem like this because my parents are some of the best people on the planet. Best thing I figure doing is talking to another adult about it. They might talk to your dad and he might stop after another adult talks to him, or it might just make him agry at you for going behind his back. Sorry for not being much help but I have no idea how to deal with a situation like this. There's always the kid help phone number that you could call. That might help.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I can't help much either, for similar reasons as Forseti, but I do wish you the best of luck. Remember though that it will likely get worse if you try to resist. Go along with them, do what they tell you too, follow their rules however unreasonable they may seem, and life might be easier. Eventually you'll move out and live your own life. Sorry I cannot be of much help.

I actually understand quite well where you are coming from, and when I was a little younger, had similar experiences. Through my school years, my life was dictated to me. I was rarely allowed to go out on my own at a young age, and trying to argue the lame reasoning behind it just made matters worse. At that age, I couldn't really see through these pathetic excuses. When I got older, a strange prospect dawned on me. You're brought up with this attitude drilled in to your head that your parents are there to raise you and look after you etc etc, and of course, it's done in the right way. It wasn't until later in my life that I realised just how crap my parents really are, and how absorbed in to their own strange little worlds they are. Ever since then, I've realised a lot of things about my parents, and how some even have their own agendas and whatnot. My step father, who has been around for most of my life, is actually a hugely jealous man, which even my mother has pointed out on several occassions. The last few years have been like a small mid-life crisis, or so it appears. He's jealous of my youth, the fact I still go out and party every weekend, the fact I have vastly different tastes than him, and at any oppertunity, will still try and slate me for it. My motto? Ignorance is bliss. I still have major issues with my parents, but I have things to sort out before I leave home, as that would use up a lot of my income (not that rent doesn't at the moment, anyway). For around 3 years though, my time actually spent at home is kept to the bare minimum, I sleep there, go to work early, get home and eat, get ready, and go out until around midnight, when I know they'll be out of the way. So all in all, usually around an hour a day at home awake, and still have very small interaction with my parents.

I think I went off on one a little too much there, straying away a little from your problem, but I think it relates in a similar way, perhaps not with the whole jealousy part, but there has to be something there that would make your father take that attitude with you? And as for the whole "I don't want you going down the wrong road" crap, being sheltered away from real life is a huge cause of it, you're quite right. Basically, I just endured it. It certainly didn't do wonders for my relationship with my parents, but likely the best out of a bad situation.

I do not intend to offend, but are your parents Christian, or die-hards (Sort to speak) of any religion, Mr. Zombie.?

Life is full of irony I suppose.

My mom is, my dad says he is - but he is the biggest hypocrite ever.

I see.

Well, if they truly believed in God then they'd let you believe what you want and do pretty much what you want (Within legal reason, that is). If there is a God, then he must've given you free will for a reason.

On the contrary, if they truly believe in God then they would believe that he's headed for eternal punishment in Hell if he doesn't believe in God, and would do everything in their power to have him believe in God as well.

I feel damn bad for you. Ive never really had this problem, my parents let me do what i want as long as i tell them where im going etc. It seems stupid to control your kids, like trying to live through them. if they actually cared theyd treat you like any normal parents do and give you freedoms

If anyone ever told me i couldnt eat a bowl of cereal, you could be pretty sure that cereal would end up in their face, bowl and all.

Believing in God has nothing to do with it. If you are a control freak, you will be a control freak. I doubt very much that this is the first time his dad has ever acted controlling. I've never really had this problem, as my parents have allow me to believe and do what I choose to*, for the most part (I'm sure breaking something expensive would earn me a good spanking and a half, not to mention buying hookers and cocaine for a fine evening). I'm sure if I were an atheist, and decided to tell my mom about it, she'd be fairly unhappy, but her behavior wouldn't change. My mom is a diplomat, and thus would try to convert me with diplomatic conversational tactics. It wouldn't be blown out of proportion because
of who she is.

Not who God is.







Digression:
My dad, however, has always been odd about this. When I do get the chance to talk to him, he often asks me if I believe in God, and says that being a Christian is the right way to go. My mother, however, has told me that my dad has been an atheist as long as she has known him. Total mind-eff.



*And because I am a Christian. I do, admittedly, have my doubts every now and then, though.

You missed my point though. I was replying to Zheardok's reply.

I don't see how that constitutes missing a point. I see your point. My point is more to both of you instead of just yourself. I feel that his father's religious beliefs have less to do with this then it would seem.

I'm not implying he's a bad father. Really, he could've done a much worse job.