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When I was in college, I had a roommate with a batshit crazy mother. Her mom *really* didn't want her daughter having premarital sex (even though she still did lol) so she required that her daughter have Skype open and running on her laptop at night and pointed at her bed so her parents could keep an eye on her. One night, at like 10 pm in the middle of a rainstorm, I was the only person home when I heard someone pounding on the door. It was her mom, who drove for two hours in a storm at night to check on her adult daughter. She demanded that I let her in, tell her where her daughter is, and to let her use my phone to call her, cuz for some goddamn reason, mom didn't bring her phone with her. I told her in terms far more polite than what I wanted to use to go pound sand.
My best friend was adopted. She and her biological sister were adopted by the brother and wife of the biological father. At the time, the adoption parents had no biological children of their own. Regardless, they were brutally abusive. The adoptive mother was mentally abusive and the adoptive father was physically abusive. When the adoptive parents had their own biological children, the abuse from the adoptive mother became both emotional and physical. My friend and her sister were taken by CPS when a teacher discovered my friend was showing PTSD symptoms in class. That lead to seeing the marks on her arms and throat. So into foster care they go. The best thing I can say about her foster care experience is that she was not sexually abused. Her sister was not so “fortunate.” My friend had been to hell and back before she was 18. She tried to reconnect with her adoptive parents in her 20’s. I had grave concerns but I promised I would be by her side physically for as long as she needed. Her adoptive mother said to me “Of course I loved ( biological son’s name) more. He was my real son. They (my friend and her sister) weren’t my real children.” That is verbatim and I would love to not remember her saying it. My friend told me almost everything that she and her sister experienced over the span of a few years. Almost everything she told me, she has forgotten. While I remember it like I was there, her act of sharing it with me has left her without those memories. I have no idea why but I’m glad to carry those memories for her since that has allowed her to forget and forgive. My niece was adopted and when she told me she was going to find her “real” family, I lost my mind. I asked “Are you saying I’m not your real family?” I was so hurt by her statement of “real family.” Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so upset but I never thought of my niece as anything other than “real family.” I actually said to her mother one time that she should have my niece checked for allergies as it does “run in the family.” And her mother agreed with me! Then we looked at each other and laughed. In my humble opinion, that is how you love someone adopted into the family.
#1 kinda upsets me. I have an adopted Vietnamese cousin, and while I don't see her too often, I still consider her as good as blood-related. She's also an amateur boxer, and has a left hook that'll knock a Clydesdale off-course.
I'm adopted too but you'd never know it, I'm never treated differently than my parents natural children. Ever. I love my parents I'm so close with them. Just the thought of someone saying she's not our daughter she's adopted, that just makes me cringe so hard because I'm thinking if my parents were to say that about me and I were to hear that, I would be so upset. Luckily though, my parents would never say that.
Right? Like my brother has both biological and adopted children and you'd never know the difference between the adopted ones and the biological ones based on how they're treated by looks and that's about it
When, while teaching university, I had mothers come to talk to me about their children's grades. Luckily with FERPA I would just say "I'm sorry but I can't talk to you about their grades because Federal law doesn't allow me. However, if you wish to discuss such things, you need to speak to the Dean of Students." Our Dean of Students took no prisoners. If my mother had shown up at university I would have quit and joined the French Foreign Legion.
There is an even more extreme version of helicopter parents: lawnmower parents: they cut the way free of all obstacles for the child in a well defined path THEY made for them
My mom is a major helicopter parent, but ONLY with me. My brother and the other kids in my family she would babysit were free to enjoy their childhoods, but I wasn’t. When I came along, all of a sudden everything was a threat. Wasn’t allowed to join extra curricular activities outside of school. They had to be offered by the school and have after school transportation. Wasn’t allowed to attend birthday parties or sleepovers, even if it was the next door neighbor’s house. Had a ridiculous curfew. She held me back from getting my permit and license for years. Once I got my license I wasn’t allowed to drive at night. Wasn’t allowed to see movies by myself until 17 and not allowed to go shopping by myself until 19. Wasn’t allowed to cross the street by myself, wasn’t allowed to walk my dog around the neighborhood. One time, when I was 22, I went to a midnight game release without telling her. Came back the same night maybe an hour later, and the next morning she FLIPPED. She said it was too dangerous and I was going to get kidnapped, assaulted and murdered. All the while my mom would tell me how much her and her best friend had in their childhood staying out all night, hopping roofs and going to clubs. Then told me that it was bad 🙄
Are you a girl? Cuz it's a common occurrence for parents, especially mothers, to allow their sons to do whatever the fuck while the daughter is treated as a personal servant. I'm sorry you had to go through that.
Yeesh, sounds like my mom. I understand her worry stems from her life being surrounded by death, bit damn does it get annoying. I'm over 30 and she still tries to forbid me from driving at night or going anywhere alone because "its dangerous and I won't know of you'll arrive safe or alive."
I was at my uncle’s birthday party, everyone sitting around at tables eating. I go up to slice some bread and get coffee and my mom goes with me. Before i can say anything she starts to slice the bread for me and cuts her finger in the process and of course she screams and gets everyones attention on us which was really awkward. I am 30 years old and I did not feel sorry for her one bit
In the 80's we had a kid, let's call him L, who's mother was just crazy. Nothing anyone else did was ever acceptable for her baby. She got birthday treats canceled for our class because she would tear apart anything provided if she knew, and cause a scene at school if she ever discovered it happened without her knowledge. Mrs. L would never say WHY something was unacceptable, it just was, don't do it, throw it out, etc. No one was allowed to make friends with L because she would downright interrogate the kid if she could find them, nevermind their parents, so moms and dads just forbade going near him. Parties where you're expected to invite your whole class, L was excluded, even the kids whose parents ran a roller rink and made a big deal of easily accomodating everyone. They knew L's mom would get her "Critique" on. At one parent teacher interview, she lamented how L had no friends despite being a sweet kid and yadda yadda, and I, being the kind of smart kid that was also very bad at reading a room, butt in to say no one went near him because it meant dealing with her, and having to be perfect with no idea what that was. I even mentioned the large standing order we all had not to associate with L because it meant going under her microscope. Mrs. L, of course, decided the problem was something else, gave me the stinkeye whenever we crossed paths, and he remained a social pariah until he moved away.
My father is a sweet man but let my mother wear the pants. I remember being a kid, living in a super diverse area. And no one would ever invite me to those whole class parties. My teacher straight up told me it was because of my mother. My mother was and still is a brutal racist. So imagine not being invited and everyone knows she's a bigot lol
I don’t know if this counts as overprotective, but my cousin is insistent on dressing her sons in nice clothes for family functions, then insisting they don’t play hard enough to get their clothes dirty. Last time I saw her, I told her she had to know her sons were going to play with their cousins and she should have dressed them in clothes she didn’t mind them getting dirty. My cousin: All their other clothes are stained. Me: Why didn’t you dress them in those clothes so they can play? My cousin: Because I wanted them to look nice.
im starting to think parrents constatly making kids be queit and never time to play fks them up bad, like kids would do alot better at school if they made learning fun, as kids LOVE to learn but moment they goto "school" now they hear the word "learn" and they HATE it.
@@NightmareRex6 I actually agree. I’m starting to wonder if it’s healthy for kids to sit still and quiet for hours in hard chairs while trying to pay attention to what a teacher is saying to them.
Here's another thought, why doesn't she put the nice clothes on them, but then pack the play clothes in a suitcase, have them where the nice clothes for just a little bit, then get them change into play clothes and let them play. Best of both worlds. They get to play, and she doesn't have to worry about their nice clothes getting dirty. Bingo! I win. Lol. What's my prize? Lol just kidding. Seriously though that would be the perfect compromise.
This one guy in my high school is the epitome of the 🤓 emoji, and whenever someone would barely slight him, he'd cry to mommy and daddy, and they'd come to the school and complain
My mother wasn't as bad as the examples in the video, but she was a little helicopterish when I was 12-16 as she never made it as a musician and convinced herself that playing the saxophone professionally was the only occupation that I would ever be suited for. It didn't matter that, although I was a good saxophonist for my age, I was far more interested in technology and sports. She wouldn't let me compete in any contact sports as I might injure my hands or mouth, and she wouldn't let me study programming because it would take too much time away from my musical studies. After I got a laptop for high school (2004, paid for by me working a part-time job for half a year), she tried to forbid me from taking it to school as I would be distracted from my music, at that point I had had enough, quit the band, stopped taking music lessons, signed up for IT classes, and enrolled in a kung fu school. Ended up teaching kung fu for several years professionally, becoming a nationally-ranked fighter, and am now working on tertiary qualifications for IT. On a different occasion (before quitting the band), two of my bandmates thought it would be hilarious to jump in my car and lock the doors from the inside, keeping me out. I went in through the trunk (hatchback) and chased them out. It was a pretty funny story so I thought nothing of telling my father who had a good laugh. Apparently, my mother overheard my story but missed the part where I mentioned that me and the others had sorted out the situation among ourselves. The next day, I was called to the principal's office where I found the two bandmates sitting down, looking confused. I cleared everything up and no further steps were needed. When my mother asked how the guys would be getting punished for "stealing my car" (she said "my" even though I paid for it and the title was in my name), I said that they wouldn't be as we had cleared everything up the day before. She yelled "then why did I call the school?", I calmly replied, "good question, why did you?". She didn't have a response.
My mom was a little helicopterish. From ages 7-11 she made me play the piano and she sent me to RCM, the Royal Academy of Music and Farty Piano Fartrocities
As for me, I feel like I had anti-helicopter parents. I am autistic so the amount of freedom I was given from a young age makes most other autistics I know amazed. I was allowed to train for long-distance running by myself from the I was 8 or 9 (mostly just involved running around the block but still). Allowed to walk to school by myself during middle/high school. Was allowed to go out and just hang out all day during the summer from 8th grade on (a couple times in 6th and 7th grades). When college came up I think they spent a few hours hanging out on campus with me, spent the week in town as we had all sorts of events during freshmen orientation that parents were invited to come to (the 3 I remember were a kickball tournament, a talent show (where my class lip-synced/danced to Bye Bye Bye or something like that), and a dragonboat race where I nearly broke my hand (was really fun though until then). After that I had a really normal college life. Far more normal than my non-autistic (though one with OCD) brothers who couldn't last living on campus.
A bit to add, I am quite high functioning in most ways though I can have breakdowns like most autistics. Also this seems to have worked pretty well as most people tell me I am sortof a "model autistic". I have two post graduate degrees, one in special education (that didn't work out as most schools didn't want to hire an autistic teacher) and a JD (that so far has worked out) and have been independent for most of the past decade and half outside of an incident where I wasn't making enough to survive so I had to choose between homelessness and moving back to family, obviously chose the latter and am thankful I had that choice. No SO and can't cook but trying to work on those issues.
I've had helicopter grandmother who wouldn't let me do anything for myself when I was younger - and my siblings got annoyed I took too long to do chores so they'd do them for me even solo projects I was supposed to do for myself my grandmother insisted on doing for me [due to my condition as she called it] YES I HAVE medical conditions yet my grandmother never gave me a change to be prepared to live on on my own when the time came that I'd be alone ... My aunt was no better when she found out I was going to college she said finicial aid was wasted on me and should be used for her kids for I was too stupid for school and was suprized I even managed to pass usual school... and I should just get 3 dead end jobs to help my mother with bills
You've got me worried now. I better phone my 27 year-old son and check that he and his partner have put the light out and gone to bed after ensuring the cats are fed and toiletted; and then go up to my 25-year-old son's room and check his light is off too and he is still breathing.
One of my sisters had a long-awaited only child. She was (unlike her mother as a child) an extravert. And independent - her war cry as soon as she could talk was “Do it myself!” One day, a few weeks before she turned nine, my sister warned me that in the weeks since I had seen her she had turned into “Kevin the teenager”. Almost overnight, it seemed to me, her big voice and articulacy suddenly turned into a parody of babytalk wiv abowt fwee dieffewent thpeech impediments. And suddenky she was literally too helpless to brush her own hair (something she had insisted on at two years old) or work the simplest thing, like an unfamiliar lightswitch. All of a sudden it was sighing and “Tan’t do it.” What my sister did not mention was that her 20-year marriage was in trouble. But it wasn’t hard to pick up on, and really obvious that it had also not escaped their daughter’s notice and concern. This was the famous “regression”, I supposed. Apparently I had taken it too literally, as actual regression - with my niece - would have been the polar opposite if this wee waif character. The creepy thing was that instead of responding like the sister I knew to this timid Oliver Twist character, with a wink and a few dry comments, my sister played into this playacting with such full-on serious, solicitous poor-baby sympathy that I laughed. Because I thought it was a joke, her way of jogging her girl back from the thespian brink. No. In fact my sister was furious that I continued to speak to my niece as usual. Tellingly, when she did the “Tan’t do it,” bitnwith me and I said, “Tan’t you? Oh dear!” my niece would broke character, roll her eyes with an exasperated sigh and immediately do what she had just declared was too hard (eg, open the flip top of the sun lotion bottle.) And she was even more furious when I said this was so unlike the niece I knew. My sister literally never forgave me for not playing into this unhealthy little drama. She never called me or answered the phone to me again, and even Christmas cards stopped. I only found out incidentally from my parents months afterward when my sister divorced (without ever admitting to me that anything was wrong) and when she changed addresses. I was shocked to find the next time saw my niece more than two years later that baby-whisper was still there, although the faux speech impediments were mercifully past. But the rambunctious, confident kid with the big voice never reappeared. As an adult in her thirties, she still has this tiny childlike voice. But she went to live and work in China. On her own. (Nobody in our family has ever been there.) Through their ferocious covid lockdown and all, she has made her career there.
i hate to use this but narcissism, if a child has no experiences, has no social circle and has low self esteem they can't escape their parents even in adulthood, they don't want the child to have a life outside of them and they want to always control them i have a mother like that and i feel like a "living corpse" they drain life out of you, she completely destroyed me i feel no connection towards anyone, i can't go out in publlic, i can't function in society
Worst example from personal experience was probably her messaging my friends and classmates from my phone pretending to be me and getting mad when I told her I wasn't comfortable with that. Someone (I don't know how they got my number) sent inappropriate messages, which I shut down, and she proceeded to get mad at *_me_* about what they said as if I was the one who said it. Also, that was how I realized that she was reading my messages, responding as me, and deleting the ones she didn't want me to know about.
@@aced_pomachu1 She's a little controlling still with some things, but thankfully stopped doing the things mentioned above by now. Tho yeah, I could only really vent to family back then cuz calling anyone of authority led to her getting violent (plus her scaring me about CPS).
@@JewelWildmoon Honestly getting taken away from your parent is a bit too fast on their side, like, getting solutions is much better than immediately resorting to getting taken away tbh, but remember to set boundaries :D
Im in my 30s now. I dont even think i can consider my mother a helicopter parent , more so a total lunatic. Even if i meet her and my father for lunch she will try to get us to change the order if she doesnt approve. Honestly you just gotta ignore them and do what you want firmly to hell with them.
I know a guy who is in his 50s who his parents convinced him that he needs to live with them. One day almost two decades ago when he had a mild car accident and I came to help him that she said that she hopes that he dies first because he won't be able to survive without her. His father died a few years ago and his mother is dying. He has been working for Walmart for nearly 30 years as just an associate. I am wondering on how he will survive once she is dead.
"In Sweden we say curling..." No, No we don't that's a DANISH expression from a DANISH PSYCHOLOGIST. Never heard it said any other way than "Helikopterföräldrar". How to tell us you're a Dane wishing he was a Swede without telling us he is a Dane.
The sad reality that not all kids break free. In that one the parents now have the excuse they always wanted for their behavior, let’s just hope they don’t have any more kids.
I felt that as I grew up it was like a damn sin if I ever made a mistake even a little one - people should be avowed to make some mistakes in life - yet apparently nope not me
I was sheltered and My mom and dad never taught me how to cook, tie my shoe, or ride a bike just let me do whatever the TF I want (play the game 10 hours a day and eat whatever I want) now I'm a failure growing up. My dad had severe anxiety so he always put cameras in my room watching me sleep and my mom always said embarrassing stuff when I made friends with a girl she would tease me and say "is that your girlfriend" or even worse if I made a friend with another boy she would say "is that your boyfriend" my mom and dad always just randomly pop in my room to and said "I don't deserve privacy" and that it's "ghetto" for me to lock my door. I lock my door because my autistic brother comes in and throws objects at me or even worse my 7 year old sister fucking spits on me and teases me and I can't do anything about it my mom just lightly tells them to "stop" no stuff taken away. Just last summer my sister told my brother to hit me with a toy gun and I got a black eye from it. My parents always discouraged me from making friends and said those other kids are weird or "those are foster kids" or "do you wanna be like them?" "Ghetto kids" "weirdos"
The other day when I asked my mom if the meat in the fridge was old she said you "already asked that earlier" and then was screaming at me and I asked why she was being rude for no reason and she took my PlayStation away. I can't lie she does spoil me for things like my birthday, Christmas but she and my dad neglected me a lot growing up screaming, yelling saying they'll do stuff with me in a minute for 10 hours.
And I got my father's teeth and my mother's eyes. The worst combo ever now I wear glasses and I used to have braces. Plus I got anxiety passed down from my dad, ADHD and OCD.
Now with my autistic brother, he watches the tablet all day. My mom gives him a Lego whenever he wants or buys him one and when he feels like eating pizza she orders it for him.
We heard from colleges that helicopter parenting is bad. SO we let our son alone to do his thing in college. He amassed a fortune in college debt and flunked out. At least we stood back and did not behave as "helicopter" parents.
why keep forcing your child to play a specific sport? It's a (shady) retirement plan. don't think your kid has the smarts to be a a wealthy doctor? make them a professional sports player. then quit your lame, mundane job and live off them, they owe you since you raised them... >.
Mom.continued to force me to play a sport throughout high school, when I had 0 desire. Called the coach when he cut me because all I wanted to do was get high and drink lol
There is a dead zone occasionally in my area where the find my friend or find my phone will not register you moving for a good solid 20 minutes. The problem is it’s in the middle of nowhere
Is it possible to be a helicopter parent while still not, at bare minimum, teaching children respect for boundaries, that the word no is a complete sentence or accountability? Because I knew a lady who was so far up her kids’ butts essentially had a hands-off approach to raising them. If this qualifies, then I have a story to share. I once knew a lady, whom I'll refer to as Sarah, who had two children: Hannah, who was older by seven years and Matt who was Hannah's younger half-brother. In the time that I knew Sarah, she barely ever kept a job and let her distant unappreciated, much-beleagured, long-suffering husband take on all all financial responsibility while she sat on her butt doing absolutely nothing. Sarah barely ever had money for the necessities and the expenses that come with raising a family. Her kids often went without nutritious food to eat, school supplies, lived in a house that looks like it belonged on Hoarders, wore shoes that were too small and ill-fitting clothes. Yet Sarah who was always “broke,” somehow always had money to get her nails done, her hair done, a full pack of cigarettes and booze in the fridge. Sarah's lack of an active role in her children's upbringing was negatively impacting their development. Hannah had turned into a disassociative passive-aggressive witch whereas Matt had been practically deified into godhood due to lack of discipline. Sarah always ran to Matt's rescue, lied for him, connived, made excuses, enabled and always got him off the hook. Naturally, by the time he was a moody rebellious adolescent, he thought he was bulletproof and started pushing back against his mom when she finally tried to put her foot down. His nightmarish behavior only snowballed as he got older and I had warned her that one day he would end up hurting her. My prediction came to pass. He slapped her. Hannah, on the other hand, somehow turned out relatively well. She went in the military, became a nurse, got married and had a kid. I later found out Hannah ended up getting a divorce and if you want to take a guess on who played an active role in sabotaging her marriage, her name begins with an S. As for Matt, the ill-mannered, poorly behaved, spawn of hell somehow made it into the Navy, much to my shock, and lasted about two years before being dishonorably discharged. I'm more surprised at the fact that he didn't wash out during basic training and made it a full two years before being kicked out. I never got the full story on why he didn't last, but I'm sure it had a lot to do with the fact that he had zero respect for authority and didn't like being told what to do, especially by male figures. I also heard, but this is unconfirmed, that apparently he had faked an unaliving attempt to avoid being court-martialed. I'll give you one guess who gave him the the idea. Her name starts with an S.
Yikes. That sounds like a living nightmare. I'll never understand why this woman never had her kids taken from her, and she sabotaged her daughter's marriage?! That's crossing a line into full on evilness!
@@bjw656 I know, right? From what I heard from a mutual friend (who also went no-contact after much prodding from me), Hannah and Matt have cut their mom off completely, she's been barred from seeing her grandchildren and now Sarah just rants online all day. You know the typical “no one loves me,” “what went wrong with my life” attention-seeking sympathy fishing posts. She never gets any response because people know what she's like. Also, because anyone who ever gave a damn about her was pushed away by her toxic, boundary trampling behavior. It must be hard being a 60-something overgrown middle school mean girl who thinks the world revolves around them.
To be fair on the first story Legally if you are under a certain height 4'10 I believe you have to sit in a booster seat regardless of age and if they are that concerning of adoptive parents it makes sense they would follow that to a T Especially considering eastern women are notoriously short
my mom is a bit abusive, a helicopter parent, and loves my siblings more than me. literally the 3 musketeers thankfully i atleast can exist outside my house
My parents isnt the one of the helicopter parents as they set a clear boundary for us not to cross even as an adult, otherwise we are free. But one of the stories reminds me of one of my dad's antics. He is a curious dad who would let me do my own things as long as i dont fail or got a C. There is one time when he couldnt contain his curiosity and asked for my login information of my school portal. He had a connection with the higher up of my college, so he actually got my login information, along with my embarrassing password which i set at the time. He knew my score before me that semester and was actually the one who informed me my own score. Not that im angry or care as i ve got nothing to hide there, but i just seriously baffled by that😐😐
Sometimes parenting feels overwhelming, but this book Raising Warriors: Preparing Your Children for a Godly Life reminds you that with God’s help, it’s not only possible- it’s rewarding. I’ve been so encouraged by every chapter
As someone who has spent a long time in hospital, the rehab one got me thinking about the most annoying people, those that have visitors around them at all hours and kick off when they’re asked to leave. It’s understandable if it’s a very sick kid, but IME it’s usually some middle aged attention seeker with main character syndrome and an annoying voice that everyone on the ward wants to STFU!
I'm in an Air Cadet Squadron,looking to transfer to Army Cadets so the Recruits I deal with are still kids but we remind Parents that,during Cadet Hours, we treat them as if they were Adult Service Personnel (To a degree,of course)
So this is about me. I have the app Family link on all devices. It's like online parental controls, and my dad says he won't let me uninstall it until I'm 21. LIKE BRO. Also im not allowed to go out with friends if they haven't met the friend before, I can't go out at night, gotta be home by 9 pm every day, CANNOT CLOSE MY DOOR, or have locks on it. Also my parents go through my stuff when I'm not at home so yeah
my mom would demand she washes e in the bath instead of me just taking a normal shower by myself until I got my first period (Around 9 or 10) and whenever I would ask why or get annoyed she would never give me an answer and instead would get mad at me for asking. When she did finally stop doing that she would start to interrupt me while I was in the shower since she waned my phone so that she could check it. I would tell her that instead I'll give it to her once i get out and put clothes on but she would get mad and start trying to open the door. She would also open the locked door while I was in the shower with a pin or a card even if I told her not to. She didn't seem to think anything was wrong with that since she would even let her boyfriend (My stepdad) into the restroom while she would be washing me and would get mad at me for getting uncomfortable or mad probably isn't as bad as the other stories I've seen but definitely was a bit unneeded💀
@@jonathancooley8745 K IVE BEEN A FUNCTIONING LIFE LONG ANOREXIC AT EXACTLY 98 POUNDS MY ENTIRE LIFE BUT I KNOW DAMN GOOD AND WELL NO ADULTS CAN GET THEIR ASSES IN A CHILDS CARSEAT ITS CALLED PHYSICS AND PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE UNLESS SHES SOME KINDA MIDGET ANYWAY STAY SAFE AND BLESSED NOT YELLING ALMOST COMPLETELY BLIND HAVE A GREAT CHRISTMAS AND WEEKEND
When I worked in a school for kids with autism despite working in the middle school I always had to be careful even when showing rated G skits and Studio C (it was Utah, so lots of Studio C fans in the class, though to be fair even though I am not LDS I still find them funny much of the time) because some of those kids couldn't handle that, or rather their parents couldn't. On Halloween I nearly got in trouble for showing Spirited Away :-/
@@skootergirl22 probably regular Disney would work, just avoid some of the more ****ed up stuff (Pinocchio, anything from the early to mid 80s, etc.) but yeah, lot's of Studio C which thankfully they do have some funny stuff, I love Scott Sterling and their Walking Dead skit
You know, instead of going full rainbow at the start with the text, use different colors for different people, so we know who is talking, including your own comments. Quite frankly, that seems like such an obvious thing to do i have no idea how this channel grew so big so far.
As of now my mom locked down my phone and Xbox after she forgot my password and accused me of changing it, still haven’t locked it down but hey I’m working on changing it back
My mom put four cameras in my house in four different rooms the kitchen the living room my bedroom and my stepsister there’s actually a good reason for the ones in the kitchen living room and my step sisters room but I don’t know why she put one in my room
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When I was in college, I had a roommate with a batshit crazy mother. Her mom *really* didn't want her daughter having premarital sex (even though she still did lol) so she required that her daughter have Skype open and running on her laptop at night and pointed at her bed so her parents could keep an eye on her. One night, at like 10 pm in the middle of a rainstorm, I was the only person home when I heard someone pounding on the door. It was her mom, who drove for two hours in a storm at night to check on her adult daughter. She demanded that I let her in, tell her where her daughter is, and to let her use my phone to call her, cuz for some goddamn reason, mom didn't bring her phone with her. I told her in terms far more polite than what I wanted to use to go pound sand.
The correct response.
Premarital? Oh, fornication. Yeah, I wouldn’t want my kid doing that either.
@@not-so-obvious_autism777 she was in her 20s
That’s actually terrifying. That girl must have had a bizarre childhood. Hope she’s okay
You are a fucking Queen
My best friend was adopted. She and her biological sister were adopted by the brother and wife of the biological father. At the time, the adoption parents had no biological children of their own. Regardless, they were brutally abusive. The adoptive mother was mentally abusive and the adoptive father was physically abusive. When the adoptive parents had their own biological children, the abuse from the adoptive mother became both emotional and physical. My friend and her sister were taken by CPS when a teacher discovered my friend was showing PTSD symptoms in class. That lead to seeing the marks on her arms and throat. So into foster care they go. The best thing I can say about her foster care experience is that she was not sexually abused. Her sister was not so “fortunate.”
My friend had been to hell and back before she was 18. She tried to reconnect with her adoptive parents in her 20’s. I had grave concerns but I promised I would be by her side physically for as long as she needed. Her adoptive mother said to me “Of course I loved ( biological son’s name) more. He was my real son. They (my friend and her sister) weren’t my real children.” That is verbatim and I would love to not remember her saying it.
My friend told me almost everything that she and her sister experienced over the span of a few years. Almost everything she told me, she has forgotten. While I remember it like I was there, her act of sharing it with me has left her without those memories. I have no idea why but I’m glad to carry those memories for her since that has allowed her to forget and forgive.
My niece was adopted and when she told me she was going to find her “real” family, I lost my mind. I asked “Are you saying I’m not your real family?” I was so hurt by her statement of “real family.” Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so upset but I never thought of my niece as anything other than “real family.” I actually said to her mother one time that she should have my niece checked for allergies as it does “run in the family.” And her mother agreed with me! Then we looked at each other and laughed. In my humble opinion, that is how you love someone adopted into the family.
#1 kinda upsets me. I have an adopted Vietnamese cousin, and while I don't see her too often, I still consider her as good as blood-related. She's also an amateur boxer, and has a left hook that'll knock a Clydesdale off-course.
A Vietnamese? :0
@@aced_pomachu1 Yes? I said what I said.
@@DetectiveDorian yooo cool I like to see other Viets pop up :D
I'm adopted too but you'd never know it, I'm never treated differently than my parents natural children. Ever. I love my parents I'm so close with them. Just the thought of someone saying she's not our daughter she's adopted, that just makes me cringe so hard because I'm thinking if my parents were to say that about me and I were to hear that, I would be so upset. Luckily though, my parents would never say that.
Right? Like my brother has both biological and adopted children and you'd never know the difference between the adopted ones and the biological ones based on how they're treated by looks and that's about it
When, while teaching university, I had mothers come to talk to me about their children's grades. Luckily with FERPA I would just say "I'm sorry but I can't talk to you about their grades because Federal law doesn't allow me. However, if you wish to discuss such things, you need to speak to the Dean of Students." Our Dean of Students took no prisoners. If my mother had shown up at university I would have quit and joined the French Foreign Legion.
There is an even more extreme version of helicopter parents: lawnmower parents: they cut the way free of all obstacles for the child in a well defined path THEY made for them
Oh I this but not my dad
My mom is a major helicopter parent, but ONLY with me. My brother and the other kids in my family she would babysit were free to enjoy their childhoods, but I wasn’t. When I came along, all of a sudden everything was a threat.
Wasn’t allowed to join extra curricular activities outside of school. They had to be offered by the school and have after school transportation. Wasn’t allowed to attend birthday parties or sleepovers, even if it was the next door neighbor’s house. Had a ridiculous curfew. She held me back from getting my permit and license for years. Once I got my license I wasn’t allowed to drive at night. Wasn’t allowed to see movies by myself until 17 and not allowed to go shopping by myself until 19. Wasn’t allowed to cross the street by myself, wasn’t allowed to walk my dog around the neighborhood.
One time, when I was 22, I went to a midnight game release without telling her. Came back the same night maybe an hour later, and the next morning she FLIPPED. She said it was too dangerous and I was going to get kidnapped, assaulted and murdered.
All the while my mom would tell me how much her and her best friend had in their childhood staying out all night, hopping roofs and going to clubs. Then told me that it was bad 🙄
Are you a girl? Cuz it's a common occurrence for parents, especially mothers, to allow their sons to do whatever the fuck while the daughter is treated as a personal servant. I'm sorry you had to go through that.
Then she'll ask about grandkids
Yeesh, sounds like my mom.
I understand her worry stems from her life being surrounded by death, bit damn does it get annoying.
I'm over 30 and she still tries to forbid me from driving at night or going anywhere alone because "its dangerous and I won't know of you'll arrive safe or alive."
I was at my uncle’s birthday party, everyone sitting around at tables eating. I go up to slice some bread and get coffee and my mom goes with me. Before i can say anything she starts to slice the bread for me and cuts her finger in the process and of course she screams and gets everyones attention on us which was really awkward. I am 30 years old and I did not feel sorry for her one bit
GURLIEE-- WORK HARD AND MOVE OUT ASAP-- THAT LADY FAILED AS A MA--
#15 The only thing I find unbelievable about that story is that the sergeant didn't drop a bunch of f-bombs on the mother.
He probably did, and the poster decided not to add them.
My friend who was over 18 had to sneak out to watch Happy Feet with me. Happy Feet, you know the movie with the dancing penguins?
So they're still stuck watching peppa pig?
In the 80's we had a kid, let's call him L, who's mother was just crazy. Nothing anyone else did was ever acceptable for her baby. She got birthday treats canceled for our class because she would tear apart anything provided if she knew, and cause a scene at school if she ever discovered it happened without her knowledge. Mrs. L would never say WHY something was unacceptable, it just was, don't do it, throw it out, etc. No one was allowed to make friends with L because she would downright interrogate the kid if she could find them, nevermind their parents, so moms and dads just forbade going near him. Parties where you're expected to invite your whole class, L was excluded, even the kids whose parents ran a roller rink and made a big deal of easily accomodating everyone. They knew L's mom would get her "Critique" on. At one parent teacher interview, she lamented how L had no friends despite being a sweet kid and yadda yadda, and I, being the kind of smart kid that was also very bad at reading a room, butt in to say no one went near him because it meant dealing with her, and having to be perfect with no idea what that was. I even mentioned the large standing order we all had not to associate with L because it meant going under her microscope. Mrs. L, of course, decided the problem was something else, gave me the stinkeye whenever we crossed paths, and he remained a social pariah until he moved away.
Damn, poor L. 😢 He really took a bunch of Ls all because of his stupid mom 🤦🏽♀️
Was his mom like, ultra religious?
@pankoza Hard to say, I went through the Catholic school system in my area, but at that age I never heard a religious reason for anything.
My father is a sweet man but let my mother wear the pants. I remember being a kid, living in a super diverse area. And no one would ever invite me to those whole class parties. My teacher straight up told me it was because of my mother. My mother was and still is a brutal racist. So imagine not being invited and everyone knows she's a bigot lol
I don’t know if this counts as overprotective, but my cousin is insistent on dressing her sons in nice clothes for family functions, then insisting they don’t play hard enough to get their clothes dirty. Last time I saw her, I told her she had to know her sons were going to play with their cousins and she should have dressed them in clothes she didn’t mind them getting dirty.
My cousin: All their other clothes are stained.
Me: Why didn’t you dress them in those clothes so they can play?
My cousin: Because I wanted them to look nice.
Dingle she is
im starting to think parrents constatly making kids be queit and never time to play fks them up bad, like kids would do alot better at school if they made learning fun, as kids LOVE to learn but moment they goto "school" now they hear the word "learn" and they HATE it.
@@NightmareRex6
I actually agree. I’m starting to wonder if it’s healthy for kids to sit still and quiet for hours in hard chairs while trying to pay attention to what a teacher is saying to them.
Here's another thought, why doesn't she put the nice clothes on them, but then pack the play clothes in a suitcase, have them where the nice clothes for just a little bit, then get them change into play clothes and let them play. Best of both worlds. They get to play, and she doesn't have to worry about their nice clothes getting dirty. Bingo! I win. Lol. What's my prize? Lol just kidding. Seriously though that would be the perfect compromise.
Get dolls
This one guy in my high school is the epitome of the 🤓 emoji, and whenever someone would barely slight him, he'd cry to mommy and daddy, and they'd come to the school and complain
My mother wasn't as bad as the examples in the video, but she was a little helicopterish when I was 12-16 as she never made it as a musician and convinced herself that playing the saxophone professionally was the only occupation that I would ever be suited for. It didn't matter that, although I was a good saxophonist for my age, I was far more interested in technology and sports. She wouldn't let me compete in any contact sports as I might injure my hands or mouth, and she wouldn't let me study programming because it would take too much time away from my musical studies. After I got a laptop for high school (2004, paid for by me working a part-time job for half a year), she tried to forbid me from taking it to school as I would be distracted from my music, at that point I had had enough, quit the band, stopped taking music lessons, signed up for IT classes, and enrolled in a kung fu school. Ended up teaching kung fu for several years professionally, becoming a nationally-ranked fighter, and am now working on tertiary qualifications for IT.
On a different occasion (before quitting the band), two of my bandmates thought it would be hilarious to jump in my car and lock the doors from the inside, keeping me out. I went in through the trunk (hatchback) and chased them out. It was a pretty funny story so I thought nothing of telling my father who had a good laugh. Apparently, my mother overheard my story but missed the part where I mentioned that me and the others had sorted out the situation among ourselves. The next day, I was called to the principal's office where I found the two bandmates sitting down, looking confused. I cleared everything up and no further steps were needed. When my mother asked how the guys would be getting punished for "stealing my car" (she said "my" even though I paid for it and the title was in my name), I said that they wouldn't be as we had cleared everything up the day before. She yelled "then why did I call the school?", I calmly replied, "good question, why did you?". She didn't have a response.
My mom was a little helicopterish. From ages 7-11 she made me play the piano and she sent me to RCM, the Royal Academy of Music and Farty Piano Fartrocities
And I did piano competitions
Finally in sixth grade she let me QUIIIiiIuiItTtTttTt
It’s my golden HOuuUrRrRRrR
As for me, I feel like I had anti-helicopter parents. I am autistic so the amount of freedom I was given from a young age makes most other autistics I know amazed. I was allowed to train for long-distance running by myself from the I was 8 or 9 (mostly just involved running around the block but still). Allowed to walk to school by myself during middle/high school. Was allowed to go out and just hang out all day during the summer from 8th grade on (a couple times in 6th and 7th grades). When college came up I think they spent a few hours hanging out on campus with me, spent the week in town as we had all sorts of events during freshmen orientation that parents were invited to come to (the 3 I remember were a kickball tournament, a talent show (where my class lip-synced/danced to Bye Bye Bye or something like that), and a dragonboat race where I nearly broke my hand (was really fun though until then). After that I had a really normal college life. Far more normal than my non-autistic (though one with OCD) brothers who couldn't last living on campus.
A bit to add, I am quite high functioning in most ways though I can have breakdowns like most autistics. Also this seems to have worked pretty well as most people tell me I am sortof a "model autistic". I have two post graduate degrees, one in special education (that didn't work out as most schools didn't want to hire an autistic teacher) and a JD (that so far has worked out) and have been independent for most of the past decade and half outside of an incident where I wasn't making enough to survive so I had to choose between homelessness and moving back to family, obviously chose the latter and am thankful I had that choice. No SO and can't cook but trying to work on those issues.
I've had helicopter grandmother who wouldn't let me do anything for myself when I was younger - and my siblings got annoyed I took too long to do chores so they'd do them for me even solo projects I was supposed to do for myself my grandmother insisted on doing for me [due to my condition as she called it] YES I HAVE medical conditions yet my grandmother never gave me a change to be prepared to live on on my own when the time came that I'd be alone ...
My aunt was no better when she found out I was going to college she said finicial aid was wasted on me and should be used for her kids for I was too stupid for school and was suprized I even managed to pass usual school... and I should just get 3 dead end jobs to help my mother with bills
“A person grows up when he’s able to overcome hardship. Protection is important, but there are some things a person must learn on his own.”
~Jiraiya.
You've got me worried now. I better phone my 27 year-old son and check that he and his partner have put the light out and gone to bed after ensuring the cats are fed and toiletted; and then go up to my 25-year-old son's room and check his light is off too and he is still breathing.
I've never understood why so many parents would raise a child that can't function on their own on purpose??
One of my sisters had a long-awaited only child. She was (unlike her mother as a child) an extravert. And independent - her war cry as soon as she could talk was “Do it myself!”
One day, a few weeks before she turned nine, my sister warned me that in the weeks since I had seen her she had turned into “Kevin the teenager”. Almost overnight, it seemed to me, her big voice and articulacy suddenly turned into a parody of babytalk wiv abowt fwee dieffewent thpeech impediments. And suddenky she was literally too helpless to brush her own hair (something she had insisted on at two years old) or work the simplest thing, like an unfamiliar lightswitch. All of a sudden it was sighing and “Tan’t do it.”
What my sister did not mention was that her 20-year marriage was in trouble. But it wasn’t hard to pick up on, and really obvious that it had also not escaped their daughter’s notice and concern. This was the famous “regression”, I supposed. Apparently I had taken it too literally, as actual regression - with my niece - would have been the polar opposite if this wee waif character.
The creepy thing was that instead of responding like the sister I knew to this timid Oliver Twist character, with a wink and a few dry comments, my sister played into this playacting with such full-on serious, solicitous poor-baby sympathy that I laughed. Because I thought it was a joke, her way of jogging her girl back from the thespian brink.
No. In fact my sister was furious that I continued to speak to my niece as usual. Tellingly, when she did the “Tan’t do it,” bitnwith me and I said, “Tan’t you? Oh dear!” my niece would broke character, roll her eyes with an exasperated sigh and immediately do what she had just declared was too hard (eg, open the flip top of the sun lotion bottle.) And she was even more furious when I said this was so unlike the niece I knew.
My sister literally never forgave me for not playing into this unhealthy little drama. She never called me or answered the phone to me again, and even Christmas cards stopped. I only found out incidentally from my parents months afterward when my sister divorced (without ever admitting to me that anything was wrong) and when she changed addresses.
I was shocked to find the next time saw my niece more than two years later that baby-whisper was still there, although the faux speech impediments were mercifully past. But the rambunctious, confident kid with the big voice never reappeared. As an adult in her thirties, she still has this tiny childlike voice.
But she went to live and work in China. On her own. (Nobody in our family has ever been there.) Through their ferocious covid lockdown and all, she has made her career there.
i hate to use this but narcissism, if a child has no experiences, has no social circle and has low self esteem they can't escape their parents even in adulthood, they don't want the child to have a life outside of them and they want to always control them
i have a mother like that and i feel like a "living corpse" they drain life out of you, she completely destroyed me i feel no connection towards anyone, i can't go out in publlic, i can't function in society
Worst example from personal experience was probably her messaging my friends and classmates from my phone pretending to be me and getting mad when I told her I wasn't comfortable with that.
Someone (I don't know how they got my number) sent inappropriate messages, which I shut down, and she proceeded to get mad at *_me_* about what they said as if I was the one who said it. Also, that was how I realized that she was reading my messages, responding as me, and deleting the ones she didn't want me to know about.
Bro, that’s a bad parent, you *really* need to call someone ab it, that’s not normal mate
@@aced_pomachu1 She's a little controlling still with some things, but thankfully stopped doing the things mentioned above by now. Tho yeah, I could only really vent to family back then cuz calling anyone of authority led to her getting violent (plus her scaring me about CPS).
@@JewelWildmoon Honestly getting taken away from your parent is a bit too fast on their side, like, getting solutions is much better than immediately resorting to getting taken away tbh, but remember to set boundaries :D
I feel bad for the girl in Story 1. I get they wanted to protect her, but there’s a difference between protecting and smothering.
Im in my 30s now. I dont even think i can consider my mother a helicopter parent , more so a total lunatic. Even if i meet her and my father for lunch she will try to get us to change the order if she doesnt approve. Honestly you just gotta ignore them and do what you want firmly to hell with them.
I know a guy who is in his 50s who his parents convinced him that he needs to live with them. One day almost two decades ago when he had a mild car accident and I came to help him that she said that she hopes that he dies first because he won't be able to survive without her.
His father died a few years ago and his mother is dying. He has been working for Walmart for nearly 30 years as just an associate. I am wondering on how he will survive once she is dead.
My mother would have allowed me to see an R-rated movie at the tender age of 45, but I consider myself fortunate when compared to these poor souls.
I genuinely believe people who have narcissistic personality disorder and/or such tendencies should not have kids
"In Sweden we say curling..." No, No we don't that's a DANISH expression from a DANISH PSYCHOLOGIST. Never heard it said any other way than "Helikopterföräldrar".
How to tell us you're a Dane wishing he was a Swede without telling us he is a Dane.
Don't walk across the ice this January then, mate 🙃
story 10 is dark 💀
The sad reality that not all kids break free. In that one the parents now have the excuse they always wanted for their behavior, let’s just hope they don’t have any more kids.
I felt that as I grew up it was like a damn sin if I ever made a mistake even a little one - people should be avowed to make some mistakes in life - yet apparently nope not me
I always made sure my son knew that making mistakes was a normal part of being human.
I was sheltered and My mom and dad never taught me how to cook, tie my shoe, or ride a bike just let me do whatever the TF I want (play the game 10 hours a day and eat whatever I want) now I'm a failure growing up. My dad had severe anxiety so he always put cameras in my room watching me sleep and my mom always said embarrassing stuff when I made friends with a girl she would tease me and say "is that your girlfriend" or even worse if I made a friend with another boy she would say "is that your boyfriend" my mom and dad always just randomly pop in my room to and said "I don't deserve privacy" and that it's "ghetto" for me to lock my door. I lock my door because my autistic brother comes in and throws objects at me or even worse my 7 year old sister fucking spits on me and teases me and I can't do anything about it my mom just lightly tells them to "stop" no stuff taken away. Just last summer my sister told my brother to hit me with a toy gun and I got a black eye from it. My parents always discouraged me from making friends and said those other kids are weird or "those are foster kids" or "do you wanna be like them?" "Ghetto kids" "weirdos"
The other day when I asked my mom if the meat in the fridge was old she said you "already asked that earlier" and then was screaming at me and I asked why she was being rude for no reason and she took my PlayStation away. I can't lie she does spoil me for things like my birthday, Christmas but she and my dad neglected me a lot growing up screaming, yelling saying they'll do stuff with me in a minute for 10 hours.
And I got my father's teeth and my mother's eyes. The worst combo ever now I wear glasses and I used to have braces. Plus I got anxiety passed down from my dad, ADHD and OCD.
Plus my parents used to check my phone history and search and tease me about it.
Now with my autistic brother, he watches the tablet all day. My mom gives him a Lego whenever he wants or buys him one and when he feels like eating pizza she orders it for him.
We heard from colleges that helicopter parenting is bad. SO we let our son alone to do his thing in college. He amassed a fortune in college debt and flunked out. At least we stood back and did not behave as "helicopter" parents.
13:53 That takes helicopter parent to a whole new level.
why keep forcing your child to play a specific sport? It's a (shady) retirement plan. don't think your kid has the smarts to be a a wealthy doctor? make them a professional sports player. then quit your lame, mundane job and live off them, they owe you since you raised them... >.
Mom.continued to force me to play a sport throughout high school, when I had 0 desire. Called the coach when he cut me because all I wanted to do was get high and drink lol
this shit makes me so mad. i thank God every day that my parents aren't like this
There is a dead zone occasionally in my area where the find my friend or find my phone will not register you moving for a good solid 20 minutes. The problem is it’s in the middle of nowhere
Is it possible to be a helicopter parent while still not, at bare minimum, teaching children respect for boundaries, that the word no is a complete sentence or accountability? Because I knew a lady who was so far up her kids’ butts essentially had a hands-off approach to raising them. If this qualifies, then I have a story to share.
I once knew a lady, whom I'll refer to as Sarah, who had two children: Hannah, who was older by seven years and Matt who was Hannah's younger half-brother. In the time that I knew Sarah, she barely ever kept a job and let her distant unappreciated, much-beleagured, long-suffering husband take on all all financial responsibility while she sat on her butt doing absolutely nothing.
Sarah barely ever had money for the necessities and the expenses that come with raising a family. Her kids often went without nutritious food to eat, school supplies, lived in a house that looks like it belonged on Hoarders, wore shoes that were too small and ill-fitting clothes. Yet Sarah who was always “broke,” somehow always had money to get her nails done, her hair done, a full pack of cigarettes and booze in the fridge. Sarah's lack of an active role in her children's upbringing was negatively impacting their development. Hannah had turned into a disassociative passive-aggressive witch whereas Matt had been practically deified into godhood due to lack of discipline. Sarah always ran to Matt's rescue, lied for him, connived, made excuses, enabled and always got him off the hook. Naturally, by the time he was a moody rebellious adolescent, he thought he was bulletproof and started pushing back against his mom when she finally tried to put her foot down. His nightmarish behavior only snowballed as he got older and I had warned her that one day he would end up hurting her. My prediction came to pass. He slapped her. Hannah, on the other hand, somehow turned out relatively well. She went in the military, became a nurse, got married and had a kid. I later found out Hannah ended up getting a divorce and if you want to take a guess on who played an active role in sabotaging her marriage, her name begins with an S.
As for Matt, the ill-mannered, poorly behaved, spawn of hell somehow made it into the Navy, much to my shock, and lasted about two years before being dishonorably discharged. I'm more surprised at the fact that he didn't wash out during basic training and made it a full two years before being kicked out. I never got the full story on why he didn't last, but I'm sure it had a lot to do with the fact that he had zero respect for authority and didn't like being told what to do, especially by male figures. I also heard, but this is unconfirmed, that apparently he had faked an unaliving attempt to avoid being court-martialed. I'll give you one guess who gave him the the idea. Her name starts with an S.
Yikes. That sounds like a living nightmare. I'll never understand why this woman never had her kids taken from her, and she sabotaged her daughter's marriage?! That's crossing a line into full on evilness!
@@bjw656 I know, right? From what I heard from a mutual friend (who also went no-contact after much prodding from me), Hannah and Matt have cut their mom off completely, she's been barred from seeing her grandchildren and now Sarah just rants online all day. You know the typical “no one loves me,” “what went wrong with my life” attention-seeking sympathy fishing posts. She never gets any response because people know what she's like. Also, because anyone who ever gave a damn about her was pushed away by her toxic, boundary trampling behavior. It must be hard being a 60-something overgrown middle school mean girl who thinks the world revolves around them.
To be fair on the first story
Legally if you are under a certain height 4'10 I believe you have to sit in a booster seat regardless of age and if they are that concerning of adoptive parents it makes sense they would follow that to a T
Especially considering eastern women are notoriously short
13:53 Now that's what I call a *literal* helicopter parent!
I think this video is giving me motion sickness
my mom is a bit abusive, a helicopter parent, and loves my siblings more than me. literally the 3 musketeers
thankfully i atleast can exist outside my house
i agree with the adopoted part. I used to get bulliied over being adopted and one day my little sister got bold and said but he's still my brother.
My parents isnt the one of the helicopter parents as they set a clear boundary for us not to cross even as an adult, otherwise we are free. But one of the stories reminds me of one of my dad's antics. He is a curious dad who would let me do my own things as long as i dont fail or got a C. There is one time when he couldnt contain his curiosity and asked for my login information of my school portal. He had a connection with the higher up of my college, so he actually got my login information, along with my embarrassing password which i set at the time. He knew my score before me that semester and was actually the one who informed me my own score. Not that im angry or care as i ve got nothing to hide there, but i just seriously baffled by that😐😐
it's not "helicopter parenting" it's "your [parents] giving birth to their own clones" you aren't an individuals person, you are their clone.
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As someone who has spent a long time in hospital, the rehab one got me thinking about the most annoying people, those that have visitors around them at all hours and kick off when they’re asked to leave. It’s understandable if it’s a very sick kid, but IME it’s usually some middle aged attention seeker with main character syndrome and an annoying voice that everyone on the ward wants to STFU!
I'm in an Air Cadet Squadron,looking to transfer to Army Cadets so the Recruits I deal with are still kids but we remind Parents that,during Cadet Hours, we treat them as if they were Adult Service Personnel (To a degree,of course)
As someone call the click said we need a parenting licenses
So this is about me. I have the app Family link on all devices. It's like online parental controls, and my dad says he won't let me uninstall it until I'm 21. LIKE BRO. Also im not allowed to go out with friends if they haven't met the friend before, I can't go out at night, gotta be home by 9 pm every day, CANNOT CLOSE MY DOOR, or have locks on it. Also my parents go through my stuff when I'm not at home so yeah
Then they'll ask why you have no friends or children
Once you’re 18 you can legally bail
@@livwake Im not american
That football kid could just break a bone anyway
my mom would demand she washes e in the bath instead of me just taking a normal shower by myself until I got my first period (Around 9 or 10) and whenever I would ask why or get annoyed she would never give me an answer and instead would get mad at me for asking. When she did finally stop doing that she would start to interrupt me while I was in the shower since she waned my phone so that she could check it. I would tell her that instead I'll give it to her once i get out and put clothes on but she would get mad and start trying to open the door. She would also open the locked door while I was in the shower with a pin or a card even if I told her not to. She didn't seem to think anything was wrong with that since she would even let her boyfriend (My stepdad) into the restroom while she would be washing me and would get mad at me for getting uncomfortable or mad
probably isn't as bad as the other stories I've seen but definitely was a bit unneeded💀
I’m 21 and my mother still tries to read the name on my packages at MY doorstep to make sure it isn’t addressed to my chosen name (I’m trans)
5:51 I am pretty sure the mother did Some something illegal things like identity theft
SOOOOO EXACTLY HOW DOES A HIGH SCHOOL KID FIT INTO A CARSEAT😂🤦♀️💯🤣
I weighed 50 pounds until I was 17 due to stunted growth. It can happen.
@@jonathancooley8745 K IVE BEEN A FUNCTIONING LIFE LONG ANOREXIC AT EXACTLY 98 POUNDS MY ENTIRE LIFE BUT I KNOW DAMN GOOD AND WELL NO ADULTS CAN GET THEIR ASSES IN A CHILDS CARSEAT ITS CALLED PHYSICS AND PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE UNLESS SHES SOME KINDA MIDGET ANYWAY STAY SAFE AND BLESSED NOT YELLING ALMOST COMPLETELY BLIND HAVE A GREAT CHRISTMAS AND WEEKEND
With sufficent force.
@@anonmouse15 💯🤣🤣🤣🤣APPARENTLY
Helicopter Helicopter Helicopter...
Have a fun day y’all
When I worked in a school for kids with autism despite working in the middle school I always had to be careful even when showing rated G skits and Studio C (it was Utah, so lots of Studio C fans in the class, though to be fair even though I am not LDS I still find them funny much of the time) because some of those kids couldn't handle that, or rather their parents couldn't. On Halloween I nearly got in trouble for showing Spirited Away :-/
So only nick Jr and Disney Jr stuff
@@skootergirl22 probably regular Disney would work, just avoid some of the more ****ed up stuff (Pinocchio, anything from the early to mid 80s, etc.) but yeah, lot's of Studio C which thankfully they do have some funny stuff, I love Scott Sterling and their Walking Dead skit
My parents are sorta helicopter parents. They aren't extreme, they just want to know every detail about my life.
Gein party of two, Gein party of two 😂😂😂
Why was No 1 backing her car out of the driveway? !! You should always back INTO the driveway so that you can DRIVE out, as required by Highway Code!!
They might live in one of the dozens of countries that aren’t yours
There is a Smurfs Kart game play in the background
These aren’t helicopter parents these are spaceship parents.
You know, instead of going full rainbow at the start with the text, use different colors for different people, so we know who is talking, including your own comments.
Quite frankly, that seems like such an obvious thing to do i have no idea how this channel grew so big so far.
Story 12: Worst helicopter parent in a different way.
As of now my mom locked down my phone and Xbox after she forgot my password and accused me of changing it, still haven’t locked it down but hey I’m working on changing it back
6:32 There is APS (Adult Protective Services) OP could call them! I'm not sure though!
7:18 I thought you said “she nearly drowned in bleach”
Story 19's dad is a literal helicopter parent.
i like the story about the parent with an actual helicopter
this vid remindes me of sabaton: back in controll restor law in order!
Same for story 1.
It sounds like Wheatley's reading it.
More like a watered-down version.
Hi@@averyfields8183
I keep getting crappy computer voices today.
My mom put four cameras in my house in four different rooms the kitchen the living room my bedroom and my stepsister there’s actually a good reason for the ones in the kitchen living room and my step sisters room but I don’t know why she put one in my room
Helicopters like Apache or Chinook or Huey.
Damn wtf story 24
AI-generated voice 😮
That isn't no T2S
My friend has a dad who doesn’t let her use discord
well i was here
i like da song
what the fuck is there a smurfs racing game
Russian Mob; who knew?
Baumkuchen
9th lol