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You'll probably think this is just another childish rant, but I need to vent my spleen. :x

My dad drives me crazy. I'm 15 but he hardly lets me do anything. He seems to have some sort of objection to me ever enjoying myself. Like recently, two friends got tickets to the Glastonbury festival. As the tickets were being sold, I really wanted to get some. I needed my dad's help. Here's pretty much what happened:

Me: Dad, I need your help with something. My friends are trying to go to glastonbury and I want tickets. The only problem is I'll need you to get them off the internet for me.
Dad: What would you want to go to a place like that for?
Me: It's got loads of great bands there and the atmosphere looks great.
Dad: Sorry son, but the answer's no. We all know what sort of stuff goes on there, with all the thieving and drugs.
Me: But I won't get up to anything. Most people there will be peaceful and I'll try to avoid any trouble.
Dad: No
Me: Come on dad, my friends are going and I don't wana be left out!
Dad: No way, no son of mine is going to a place full of filthy druggies and other assorted scumbags.
Me: I HATE YOU!!! :x

See what I mean? That's just one of loads of other things. Another example is today's may day celebrations. I wanted to go to London with some friends to join in. But you don't need to be told what my dad's reaction was. While my firends were there today I decided to go into town to kill some time. As I was leaving my dad stopped me at the door and gave me the usual third degree. He made sure I left without enough money to travel to London, which sucked. Of course, until I came home he was frequently calling me on my mobile phone to 'check up on me'.

These are just a couple of little things which are typical of how my dad acts all the time. I just wish he wasn't so strict with everything. I can't wait until I move out to go to uni, I'll be free from all his stupid petty rules. :x

There, I think I feel better now. :)

Feel better to get it off the chest, eh?

you don't know how lucky you are, my dad died 18mnths ago and i'd give anything to bring him back so that he can tell me what i can and can't do. it really gets to me when people complain about their parents, one day your dad will be gone and you'll wish you spoke to him and treated him better than you did

"When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years." -- Mark Twain

I would never have wished death on my parents or anything, but they annoyed me plenty. I ran away from home at age 16.

Dude you'll make it. And just remember they did put you on this earth if that's the one good thing they did.

Jeez, sounds like a regular control-freak :(

Why not the next time he commands anything jump into the ziegheil greeting? Arm up, back straight and "Jawohl, mein Gruppenführer!!" hehe

That'll teach him a lesson! :twisted:

I had a dream last night that I ended up being a bad parent.

I'm 26 years old working at a high stress high salary job. I just got engaged to a nice girl and we are expecting a child within the next year.

Jeez, sounds like a regular control-freak :(

Why not the next time he commands anything jump into the ziegheil greeting? Arm up, back straight and "Jawohl, mein Gruppenführer!!" hehe

That'll teach him a lesson! :twisted:
As funny as that would be, I doubt he would see it the same way. I don't think I would have the guts to say that :D

You'll probably think this is just another childish rant, but I need to vent my spleen. :x

My dad drives me crazy. I'm 15 but he hardly lets me do anything. He seems to have some sort of objection to me ever enjoying myself. Like recently, two friends got tickets to the Glastonbury festival. As the tickets were being sold, I really wanted to get some. I needed my dad's help. Here's pretty much what happened:

Me: Dad, I need your help with something. My friends are trying to go to glastonbury and I want tickets. The only problem is I'll need you to get them off the internet for me.
Dad: What would you want to go to a place like that for?
Me: It's got loads of great bands there and the atmosphere looks great.
Dad: Sorry son, but the answer's no. We all know what sort of stuff goes on there, with all the thieving and drugs.
Me: But I won't get up to anything. Most people there will be peaceful and I'll try to avoid any trouble.
Dad: No
Me: Come on dad, my friends are going and I don't wana be left out!
Dad: No way, no son of mine is going to a place full of filthy druggies and other assorted scumbags.
Me: I HATE YOU!!! :x

See what I mean? That's just one of loads of other things. Another example is today's may day celebrations. I wanted to go to London with some friends to join in. But you don't need to be told what my dad's reaction was. While my firends were there today I decided to go into town to kill some time. As I was leaving my dad stopped me at the door and gave me the usual third degree. He made sure I left without enough money to travel to London, which sucked. Of course, until I came home he was frequently calling me on my mobile phone to 'check up on me'.

These are just a couple of little things which are typical of how my dad acts all the time. I just wish he wasn't so strict with everything. I can't wait until I move out to go to uni, I'll be free from all his stupid petty rules. :x

There, I think I feel better now. :)

I can see where you're coming from, but I can also see his perspective. Instead of fighting with him, you'd be better off having an actual discussion with him about why he's concerned about you, doesn't trust you, etc.

Rather than keep trying to force him to let you do things he doesn't want you to do, why not try to get him to agree on some things you could do to help "build up" his trust in you? Try to get him to let you, say, go somewhere that's closer than London and not check up on you for the whole afternoon? And once you've proven that you can, indeed, go somewhere without doing drugs or getting killed, maybe he'll be more reasonable? (Of course, there is the possibility this won't work at all...)

There's also the issue that he might just be worried about you because of your age. I have to say, if I were him, I might be, too. (Although I'd try and be more diplomatic about this whole thing rather than just saying, "No because I said so".)

Last bit: it's probably not that he objects to you enjoying yourself, pre se. He's more worried about you going somewhere where he can't control the situation- not just your behavior, but other people's, too.

Anyway, those are my thoughts.

I gre up in an rough are of Liverpool, and near me were some kids whos parents weren't strict with them and let them do anything. lets just say none of them are alive now.(one of them was a good mate too :cry: )

be thankful you have a strict father, as he knows what he is doing :)

I had a dream last night that I ended up being a bad parent.

I'm 26 years old working at a high stress high salary job. I just got engaged to a nice girl and we are expecting a child within the next year.

Congrats Cuneo :wink:

You'll probably think this is just another childish rant, but I need to vent my spleen. :x

My dad drives me crazy. I'm 15 but he hardly lets me do anything. He seems to have some sort of objection to me ever enjoying myself. Like recently, two friends got tickets to the Glastonbury festival. As the tickets were being sold, I really wanted to get some. I needed my dad's help. Here's pretty much what happened:

Me: Dad, I need your help with something. My friends are trying to go to glastonbury and I want tickets. The only problem is I'll need you to get them off the internet for me.
Dad: What would you want to go to a place like that for?
Me: It's got loads of great bands there and the atmosphere looks great.
Dad: Sorry son, but the answer's no. We all know what sort of stuff goes on there, with all the thieving and drugs.
Me: But I won't get up to anything. Most people there will be peaceful and I'll try to avoid any trouble.
Dad: No
Me: Come on dad, my friends are going and I don't wana be left out!
Dad: No way, no son of mine is going to a place full of filthy druggies and other assorted scumbags.
Me: I HATE YOU!!! :x

See what I mean? That's just one of loads of other things. Another example is today's may day celebrations. I wanted to go to London with some friends to join in. But you don't need to be told what my dad's reaction was. While my firends were there today I decided to go into town to kill some time. As I was leaving my dad stopped me at the door and gave me the usual third degree. He made sure I left without enough money to travel to London, which sucked. Of course, until I came home he was frequently calling me on my mobile phone to 'check up on me'.

These are just a couple of little things which are typical of how my dad acts all the time. I just wish he wasn't so strict with everything. I can't wait until I move out to go to uni, I'll be free from all his stupid petty rules. :x

There, I think I feel better now. :)

Tell your parents this statistical fact:
Children with really strict parents are just as likely to do drugs and get into trouble as parents that let their kids do watever they want. Parents that are not too strict, but not too lenient that their children are more likely to act responsibly.

You'll probably think this is just another childish rant, but I need to vent my spleen. :x

My dad drives me crazy. I'm 15 but he hardly lets me do anything. He seems to have some sort of objection to me ever enjoying myself. Like recently, two friends got tickets to the Glastonbury festival. As the tickets were being sold, I really wanted to get some. I needed my dad's help. Here's pretty much what happened:

Me: Dad, I need your help with something. My friends are trying to go to glastonbury and I want tickets. The only problem is I'll need you to get them off the internet for me.
Dad: What would you want to go to a place like that for?
Me: It's got loads of great bands there and the atmosphere looks great.
Dad: Sorry son, but the answer's no. We all know what sort of stuff goes on there, with all the thieving and drugs.
Me: But I won't get up to anything. Most people there will be peaceful and I'll try to avoid any trouble.
Dad: No
Me: Come on dad, my friends are going and I don't wana be left out!
Dad: No way, no son of mine is going to a place full of filthy druggies and other assorted scumbags.
Me: I HATE YOU!!! :x

See what I mean? That's just one of loads of other things. Another example is today's may day celebrations. I wanted to go to London with some friends to join in. But you don't need to be told what my dad's reaction was. While my firends were there today I decided to go into town to kill some time. As I was leaving my dad stopped me at the door and gave me the usual third degree. He made sure I left without enough money to travel to London, which sucked. Of course, until I came home he was frequently calling me on my mobile phone to 'check up on me'.

These are just a couple of little things which are typical of how my dad acts all the time. I just wish he wasn't so strict with everything. I can't wait until I move out to go to uni, I'll be free from all his stupid petty rules. :x

There, I think I feel better now. :)

Tell your parents this statistical fact:
Children with really strict parents are just as likely to do drugs and get into trouble as parents that let their kids do watever they want. Parents that are not too strict, but not too lenient that their children are more likely to act responsibly.

heh dads.............

I tend to just go around my parents. Like buying tickets, then telling them where I'm going. If I already have the tickets, they can't really say no.

I'm much more clever than his dad. If my teenaged son wanted to go to a festival and I had misgivings about it, I'd just say,

"I'll get us two tickets, son. This will be a good father-son bonding experience." :twisted:

Now, either:

A) He won't want to go or...

B) I'll be there to watch him.

LOL. *cackles maniacally*

Here's a novel approach from one who is a Dad..how bout accepting the fact that your father believes he is keeping you safe...oohh..gasp..hadn't thought of that..every child says.."But Dad..I'm not going to do anything", you don't believe that perhaps Dad has heard that before and you've disappointed him?...or worse...perhaps Dad had done it in his youth and is merely trying to keep you from doing the same mistake..after all, by law he is responsible for you and everything you do until the age of consent...

Or perhaps you could do as some suggest..."small" things in order to build up the trust necessary with a parent..part/time jobs are good indicators of maturity...if too young...how bout doing household chores without being told to..or going to your father or mother and saying "I'll do the house today Mom and Dad, you two look like you need a break from here...oh...and you have the cell phone..feel free to check up on me if you think of anything you need doing"...etc..etc..

And finally...as much as you like to believe you're all adult like and somehow expect your father to treat you as an equal..you're not..you're his child..you are a gift blessed of the Gods..and he'll do what he believes to be in your best interests...even if it's not letting you go to a concert

I tend to just go around my parents. Like buying tickets, then telling them where I'm going. If I already have the tickets, they can't really say no.

Mine tried that...I took the tickets.. and had a scalper sell them for twice the rate, paid back them and went out to dinner on the rest

I'm much more clever than his dad. If my teenaged son wanted to go to a festival and I had misgivings about it, I'd just say,

"I'll get us two tickets, son. This will be a good father-son bonding experience." :twisted:

Now, either:

A) He won't want to go or...

B) I'll be there to watch him.

LOL. *cackles maniacally*

LOL..yeah...that works everytime...they go "Awww...Dad..oh you're just going to ruin everything"..I'm like...but you said you weren't going to get into anything , pray tell just what would I be ruining?

You'll probably think this is just another childish rant, but I need to vent my spleen. :x

My dad drives me crazy. I'm 15 but he hardly lets me do anything. He seems to have some sort of objection to me ever enjoying myself. Like recently, two friends got tickets to the Glastonbury festival. As the tickets were being sold, I really wanted to get some. I needed my dad's help. Here's pretty much what happened:

Me: Dad, I need your help with something. My friends are trying to go to glastonbury and I want tickets. The only problem is I'll need you to get them off the internet for me.
Dad: What would you want to go to a place like that for?
Me: It's got loads of great bands there and the atmosphere looks great.
Dad: Sorry son, but the answer's no. We all know what sort of stuff goes on there, with all the thieving and drugs.
Me: But I won't get up to anything. Most people there will be peaceful and I'll try to avoid any trouble.
Dad: No
Me: Come on dad, my friends are going and I don't wana be left out!
Dad: No way, no son of mine is going to a place full of filthy druggies and other assorted scumbags.
Me: I HATE YOU!!! :x

See what I mean? That's just one of loads of other things. Another example is today's may day celebrations. I wanted to go to London with some friends to join in. But you don't need to be told what my dad's reaction was. While my firends were there today I decided to go into town to kill some time. As I was leaving my dad stopped me at the door and gave me the usual third degree. He made sure I left without enough money to travel to London, which sucked. Of course, until I came home he was frequently calling me on my mobile phone to 'check up on me'.

These are just a couple of little things which are typical of how my dad acts all the time. I just wish he wasn't so strict with everything. I can't wait until I move out to go to uni, I'll be free from all his stupid petty rules. :x

There, I think I feel better now. :)

and your point is? really, quit bitching, hes your dad and he knows whats best for you right now whether you know it or not. if he doesnt want you going to some festival, then thats alright. and besides you've only got three more years to live with him before your out on your own. :D

Honestly, they're doing that because they're sadists. There's only two reasons why people have kids.
A: They don't think about it, they just do it. (Because that's what their parents did, and that's what society says is right, etc.)
B: Because they're very bitter people, and aren't enough people around to give out pain to in order to break even in the great circle of crap that is life (He'll love me if I have this baby, I need something to do during the day, etc.)

However, if you want to confront him about this, here's the question I'd ask in your father's position- "What have you done to prove to me that you deserve to be trusted?"
My Dad started to trust me once I had a job, had turned down free pot and alcohol, and got his travel agency to pay for a ticket (as they'd hit 31st instead of 21st on the date and that really screwed things up). Then he let me leave the country on a tour bus my own and fully began to trust me after I found my own way back when the bus had mechanical difficulties (faster than the bus itself got back). Fully trusting a child for anything less should be considered negligent.
My mother still doesn't trust me, but she has started to trust my sister Kat, after breaking off an engagement with a man she supported halfway through college and getting every last cent she spent on him, and everything she came with about 2,000 miles. She still isn't convinced that Kat's capable of living on her own or managing her own finances, but she waits until Kat calls her to get angry that she made decisions instead of making decisions for her and then getting angry that she hasn't already done them.

In short, you need something BIG to prove they should trust you, otherwise your parent's aren't strict enough. He sounds reasonable to me,but I've always had the curse of understanding both sides of an issue.

I never went to a concert when I was living at home...
I was never allowed to peirce anything, or dye my hair, or cut my hair.
While living there I only had three boyfriends... and my dad chased all of them off.

My Dad thought I'd go the way of my older brother; a skater/dealer man-whore who only graduated from highschool because he cheated.

So there!

I never went to a concert when I was living at home...
I was never allowed to peirce anything, or dye my hair, or cut my hair.
While living there I only had three boyfriends... and my dad chased all of them off.

My Dad thought I'd go the way of my older brother; a skater/dealer man-whore who only graduated from highschool because he cheated.

While living at home, I never had a curfew, was never forbidden to do anything, etc...

Because I didn't. I never asked to pierce or dye anything, date, or go anywhere, etc... I had too much work to do.

Looking back on it, I think I may have missed out on a little bit of stuff, but the majority of things kids do as adolescents weren't things I was interested in anyways. Now I'm at college, and it's basically the same thing. There are a lot of things people here like to do that I basically don't see as being fun, so I don't do them. Simple enough.

So, yeah. My parents weren't strict. I was super-apathetic.

Kind of a good match.

I never once did the "Rebel teenager" thing, my brother did. I couldn't even get my ears peirced or my hair trimmed by someone other than my dad!

damn, what started out as a "shoutbox" topic has turned into this...debate over fathers. whew, who woulda thought this forum was filled with dysfunctional people such as yourselves? lol, only kidding there. :D still, it's pretty weird the way people are bad-mouthing their dads when its them thats paid for your clothes, food and, pretty much, life over the last decade and a half or so.

I'm much more clever than his dad. If my teenaged son wanted to go to a festival and I had misgivings about it, I'd just say,

"I'll get us two tickets, son. This will be a good father-son bonding experience." :twisted:

Now, either:

A) He won't want to go or...

B) I'll be there to watch him.

LOL. *cackles maniacally*

your cruel :wink: my dad does the same thing to me

still, it's pretty weird the way people are bad-mouthing their dads when its them thats paid for your clothes, food and, pretty much, life over the last decade and a half or so.

Well, they should have known and been prepared for the consequences when they sired us.

Here's a novel approach from one who is a Dad..how bout accepting the fact that your father believes he is keeping you safe...oohh..gasp..hadn't thought of that..every child says.."But Dad..I'm not going to do anything", you don't believe that perhaps Dad has heard that before and you've disappointed him?...or worse...perhaps Dad had done it in his youth and is merely trying to keep you from doing the same mistake..after all, by law he is responsible for you and everything you do until the age of consent...

Or perhaps you could do as some suggest..."small" things in order to build up the trust necessary with a parent..part/time jobs are good indicators of maturity...if too young...how bout doing household chores without being told to..or going to your father or mother and saying "I'll do the house today Mom and Dad, you two look like you need a break from here...oh...and you have the cell phone..feel free to check up on me if you think of anything you need doing"...etc..etc..

And finally...as much as you like to believe you're all adult like and somehow expect your father to treat you as an equal..you're not..you're his child..you are a gift blessed of the Gods..and he'll do what he believes to be in your best interests...even if it's not letting you go to a concert

moderation is the key... I do think you are a bit too biased, from the point of view of a teen who doesnt fight with her parents very often

Well, that sounds reasonable actually. My father once said that I couldn't go to a civil rights protest because there were too many "niggers" he's gotten better over the years, and isn't so ignorant anymore

It sounds to me like you have a great dad who cares a lot about you and is just trying to keep you safe and help you avoid trouble that you may not be ready to deal with.

Try to hang in there and bear with it...and someday you'll appreciate all of the care and concern he is showing.

More whiny teenagers. Joy.

--"I wanna go to a concert!"
--"No, you'll be in a drug-using enviroment where you could get dragged back to some pervert's lair and never be seen again. Plus you might get an STD."
--"I hate you for not letting me do whatever I want, even if you have to pay for it!"

Dads are largley unappreciated untill the kid gets 25 or so..

Me: Dad, I need your help with something. My friends are trying to go to glastonbury and I want tickets. The only problem is I'll need you to get them off the internet for me.
Dad: What would you want to go to a place like that for?
Me: It's got loads of great bands there and the atmosphere looks great.
Dad: Sorry son, but the answer's no. We all know what sort of stuff goes on there, with all the thieving and drugs.
Me: But I won't get up to anything. Most people there will be peaceful and I'll try to avoid any trouble.
Dad: No
Me: Come on dad, my friends are going and I don't wana be left out!
Dad: No way, no son of mine is going to a place full of filthy druggies and other assorted scumbags.
Me: I HATE YOU!!! :x



And you wonder why he treats you like a child..?

You'll probably think this is just another childish rant, but I need to vent my spleen. :x


I think you will see from the responses that you were correct. It was just another childish rant.

Tell your parents this statistical fact:
Children with really strict parents are just as likely to do drugs and get into trouble as parents that let their kids do watever they want. Parents that are not too strict, but not too lenient that their children are more likely to act responsibly.
This is true, my mom was totally crazy as a teenager because her parents were so strict. So she is really leniant on me and I hardly ever get into trouble. :D

5 day boarding school is awesome, your parents are not around to boss you around, yet you get to see your parents on the weekend.

Because I didn't. I never asked to pierce or dye anything, date, or go anywhere, etc... I had too much work to do.
Well, I have dyed my hair every color in the spectrum, and I have 10 holes in my ears (all together) and one in my belly button...
But my parents (and myself) aren't really the type to think that your appearance shouldn't be equated to behavior...
It doesn't make sense to think "Oh that girl is pretty, she must be nice....Eww but look at her- she's totally ugly, what a rebel."
Anyway, as for your father...I have a hard time knowing what I'd do. If my favorite bands were going to be there, I'd buy a ticket and just spend the time between then and the concert to convince him I should be allowed to go, but if they were just generally good bands, I'd wait until I was older. Glastonbury comes every year (I think, I guess I don't really know that)
I think if I had kids I'd have a hard time letting them go to a concert like that at 15...
What am I saying...that's totally false. I'll be the one dragging my kids along with me.

By the way, I was just at Jazz Fest in New Orleans today...we saw some good Jazz and Carlos Santana...and it totally rocked. There were a good number of kids there, but most of them were with their parents...

dude I'm 17 and my dad died one year ago this month (may) after having lung cancer for 3 years. you dont know how good you have it even if your dad is a prick at times. you may not like him, but never tell him you hate him because you never know when he'll be gone. trust me, I'm graduating in a few weeks and my dad will never see that, he'll never see me graduate from college, or get married or anything. so what, you didnt go to a concert, but you have something more precious than concert tickets, trust me...I didnt know how much I loved him until he was gone.

Yes my parents suck too, I have a song that might cheer you up though.

Holiday In Cambodia
So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer on you
Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need my son:

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot

Thats the dead kennedys, count your blessings and deal with it.

it's my mom that freaks out. i wanted to go to a concert in pomona. she turned it into this whole big deal, effectively cancelling my plans.

my dad's pretty cool though.

You'll probably think this is just another childish rant, but I need to vent my spleen. :x

My dad drives me crazy. I'm 15 but he hardly lets me do anything. He seems to have some sort of objection to me ever enjoying myself. Like recently, two friends got tickets to the Glastonbury festival. As the tickets were being sold, I really wanted to get some. I needed my dad's help. Here's pretty much what happened:

Me: Dad, I need your help with something. My friends are trying to go to glastonbury and I want tickets. The only problem is I'll need you to get them off the internet for me.
Dad: What would you want to go to a place like that for?
Me: It's got loads of great bands there and the atmosphere looks great.
Dad: Sorry son, but the answer's no. We all know what sort of stuff goes on there, with all the thieving and .
Me: But I won't get up to anything. Most people there will be peaceful and I'll try to avoid any trouble.
Dad: No
Me: Come on dad, my friends are going and I don't wana be left out!
Dad: No way, no son of mine is going to a place full of filthy gies and other assorted scumbags.
Me: I YOU!!! :x

See what I mean? That's just one of loads of other things. Another example is today's may day celebrations. I wanted to go to London with some friends to join in. But you don't need to be told what my dad's reaction was. While my firends were there today I decided to go into town to kill some time. As I was leaving my dad stopped me at the door and gave me the usual third degree. He made sure I left without enough money to travel to London, which sucked. Of course, until I came home he was frequently calling me on my mobile phone to 'check up on me'.

These are just a couple of little things which are typical of how my dad acts all the time. I just wish he wasn't so strict with everything. I can't wait until I move out to go to uni, I'll be free from all his stupid petty rules. :x

There, I think I feel better now. :)


Why don't you really show him what's what. If I were you, I would move out of the house, get an apartment, find myself a good paying job so that I could support myself. All the while I would be completing my education - completely on my own, of course. You wouldn't want any help from your father because then he would feel like he could tell you what to do. That would really show him! I suggest you start right away. The sooner the better, you know!

What you have to do is treat your parents like anyone else. If your dad says something mean or rude you come back at him. My parents told me they didn't want to see me again. And I took it literally.

You'll probably think this is just another childish rant, but I need to vent my spleen. :x

My dad drives me crazy. I'm 15 but he hardly lets me do anything. He seems to have some sort of objection to me ever enjoying myself. Like recently, two friends got tickets to the Glastonbury festival. As the tickets were being sold, I really wanted to get some. I needed my dad's help. Here's pretty much what happened:

Me: Dad, I need your help with something. My friends are trying to go to glastonbury and I want tickets. The only problem is I'll need you to get them off the internet for me.
Dad: What would you want to go to a place like that for?
Me: It's got loads of great bands there and the atmosphere looks great.
Dad: Sorry son, but the answer's no. We all know what sort of stuff goes on there, with all the thieving and .
Me: But I won't get up to anything. Most people there will be peaceful and I'll try to avoid any trouble.
Dad: No
Me: Come on dad, my friends are going and I don't wana be left out!
Dad: No way, no son of mine is going to a place full of filthy gies and other assorted scumbags.
Me: I YOU!!! :x

See what I mean? That's just one of loads of other things. Another example is today's may day celebrations. I wanted to go to London with some friends to join in. But you don't need to be told what my dad's reaction was. While my firends were there today I decided to go into town to kill some time. As I was leaving my dad stopped me at the door and gave me the usual third degree. He made sure I left without enough money to travel to London, which sucked. Of course, until I came home he was frequently calling me on my mobile phone to 'check up on me'.

These are just a couple of little things which are typical of how my dad acts all the time. I just wish he wasn't so strict with everything. I can't wait until I move out to go to uni, I'll be free from all his stupid petty rules. :x

There, I think I feel better now. :)

Dude, no offense, but you're only 15. Awfully young to be traveling places unsupervised, regardless of how mature you may be. Whether or not he can trust you is only part of the equation. The rest of humanity cannot be accounted for, and saying you'll avoid them and be safe really doesn't do anything at all. If someone is determined to rob or otherwise take advantage of a young teenager, they will.

I know it sucks right now, I remember going through the same thing. But look back on this in a few years, and you'll see the wisdom in his decisions. If you rebel or move out to "show him what's what," it will take that much longer for them to acknowledge any signs of maturity. The best thing to do, is talk to him and comply without a fuss. I'm not saying be a sheep, but fighting with him will get you nowhere.

What you have to do is treat your parents like anyone else. If your dad says something mean or rude you come back at him. My parents told me they didn't want to see me again. And I took it literally. wtf? why dont you have any respect for your parents? :? :x

[quote="Sitane" :D still, it's pretty weird the way people are bad-mouthing their dads when its them thats paid for your clothes, food and, pretty much, life over the last decade and a half or so.[/quote]

When my mother died, my brother and I were left money from her life insurance. My Dad took our money and bought a rather large yacht for himself, and over the coming year, his new wife. When questioned about where our money had gone and why it wasn't put in trust for us, the old man said he'd added up everything we'd cost him since we were about five and that we were now even. :evil:
I can't help bad mouthing my father and quite frankly the whole thing has made me a little envious of people who have parents who care about them enough to worry about what they're doing and where they're going.

I am grateful that my dad cares about me. I realise that he has to give me some rules. It's just that out of all my friends I'm always the one with the earliest curfew, the one who's most limited in what I can do and where I can go, and the one who has the highest expectations for grades in school. All of my friend's dads are so much more relaxed than mine. I just wish he could loosen up a little. :(

Teenage years are always the worst. A I'm sure you think your Dad is being unfair, he is only looking out for you.

When you have kids you will no doubt find yourself in a similar situation with them. I know that sounds like a cliche but its true!

Because I didn't. I never asked to pierce or dye anything, date, or go anywhere, etc... I had too much work to do.
Well, I have dyed my hair every color in the spectrum, and I have 10 holes in my ears (all together) and one in my belly button...
But my parents (and myself) aren't really the type to think that your appearance shouldn't be equated to behavior...
It doesn't make sense to think "Oh that girl is pretty, she must be nice....Eww but look at her- she's totally ugly, what a rebel."

This is true. Didn't mean to imply otherwise. Just meant I never went through the issue (as some here have) of having to fight with my parents about getting a piercing, dyeing my hair- because it wasn't something I was interested in. (I do continue to have issues with my parents over my beard- a few months ago I shaved it so it was just mutton chops, and they wouldn't stop giving me grief over it. Mom made me shave it for a job interview, and Dad kept saying I looked like I didn't know what century it was. :wink:)

What you have to do is treat your parents like anyone else. If your dad says something mean or rude you come back at him.

It's certainly an option, but I've found that angry retorts are a much less effective method of communicating or getting what you want than calm, rational conversations. My brother is a proponent of the former, me of the latter. Guess who gets their way more often with my parents.

i'm a mom
letting your kids do things is really scary
from the time you let your toddler go down the big slide at the park to the day your son goes off to college
well ok prolly til the day you die
its not that you dont trust your child, its that you know that trouble comes to the innocent as well as the guilty
the drugged out git might be driving the car that runs you down as you rush to make sure you get home on time
at 15 you need to keep asking and show your dad that you can be trusted to follow the rules he sets when you go out. (well at least all the things he can find out about)
as you go to what he sees as dangerous places and come back safely, he'll be more used to letting you go and assuming that youll come back alive
he will never let you do all the things you want to do, thats why we grow up and make our own lives. but with patience he can be brought along to loosening up and letting you do some of the fun things you want to do.

good luck

:roll: Some people get it, some don't. I'd be interested to see how any of those that ranted about their parents feel about the subject when they have kids of their own. I know the reason I'm strict with my kids is I know the crap I pulled (and got away with) when I was young (it's a miracle I made it to 18 alive and without a police record). I know my children carry my genes and are going to attempt crazy things too. For example, my 16 year old son took advantage of the fact I was out of town chaperoning his younger sisters 4 day field trip to Dillon Beach and drank half a bottle of flavored vodka during lunch last week, something I doubt he would have done if he knew he'd have to face me right afterwards. Lets face it teenagers don't always make the wisest choices, parents know this because we were teenagers once ourselves.

By the way Somewhere, if I ever told my father that I hated him (something I, like any kid, thought often), I think I'd still be recovering from the beating today (you just don't talk that way to Catholic schooled, Texas raised police officers). You don't have it that bad if you can sit there on a computer your old man probably bought for you and rant about him.

By the way Somewhere, if I ever told my father that I hated him (something I, like any kid, thought often), I think I'd still be recovering from the beating today (you just don't talk that way to Catholic schooled, Texas raised police officers). You don't have it that bad if you can sit there on a computer your old man probably bought for you and rant about him.

Now, now, maybe we're jumping to conclusions... maybe Somewhere stole the computer. :wink:

By the way Somewhere, if I ever told my father that I hated him (something I, like any kid, thought often), I think I'd still be recovering from the beating today (you just don't talk that way to Catholic schooled, Texas raised police officers). You don't have it that bad if you can sit there on a computer your old man probably bought for you and rant about him.

Now, now, maybe we're jumping to conclusions... maybe Somewhere stole the computer. :wink:Hey, I did say probably. For all I know he could be at school or on someone else's computer. Or maybe his Mom bought it for him......

By the way Somewhere, if I ever told my father that I hated him (something I, like any kid, thought often), I think I'd still be recovering from the beating today (you just don't talk that way to Catholic schooled, Texas raised police officers). You don't have it that bad if you can sit there on a computer your old man probably bought for you and rant about him.

Now, now, maybe we're jumping to conclusions... maybe Somewhere stole the computer. :wink:Hey, I did say probably. For all I know he could be at school or on someone else's computer. Or maybe his Mom bought it for him......

Or he could have built it him/herself. Out of, say, a milk carton and a gopher.

At least you didn't grow up in a mormon househld.

Oh dear, this is scary. I'm getting to the point in my life where I'm seriously considering one day spawning and I just know that when they hit their teenage years it's all going to go to hell in a handbasket.

Somewhere, your dad loves you and is concerned about you. He doesn't want to spoil your fun but he also doesn't want you to end up out your head on drugs or dead either. The media in Britain has been reporting a great deal on paedophiles, murders, terrorists, gang wars, drug dealers, etc, etc, etc. I'm a grown woman and I'm scared to walk out of my front door sometimes! One morning I listened to the news on the radio and ALL the stories were about corpses found in canals, suitcases and building sites.

I'm not saying he's right to be so over-protective, I'm sure you can spend an afternoon in the town centre without getting hooked on crack but Glastonbury is a whole different matter. I had friends (at university mind - grown adults)that went one year and some gits nicked their tent! The world is full of scum and your dad wants to protect you. Accept maybe he thinks you are too young this year and spend the next 12 months proving you are responsible and sensible and will do all you can to minimise your chances of being kidnapped, murdered or hooked on heroin when you go out into the big, bad world.

Good luck 8)

By the way Somewhere, if I ever told my father that I hated him (something I, like any kid, thought often), I think I'd still be recovering from the beating today (you just don't talk that way to Catholic schooled, Texas raised police officers). You don't have it that bad if you can sit there on a computer your old man probably bought for you and rant about him.
I must admit, my dad was really angry when I said that to him. I do get hit by him, but not quite beaten. The most he ever used was the belt, though he hasn't done that in a while now. Probably the only reason he didn't hit me was because I ran out of the room straight after. My dad's a cop himself so I suppose it kind of explains the way he is.

I feel like a bit of a whiner after the reaction here :oops:

Nobody is perfect. We all have our bad days, thats just adolesence for you. But since you seem to show that you understand your dad's behaviour then it demonstrates you are being grown up about it. If you can keep doing that, your dad will see how sensible you are and will probably let you do more things.

I've no doubt your father was in a similar situation when he was a teenager. But try to TALK about these things sensibly and don't let your 'firey' emotions get the better of you.

Here's a concept, earn the rights to do what you want and the respect to do what you want. When I was 15 I really wasn't allowed to do much but by 16 I had a late ass curfew and when I hit 18 my dad let me do whatever I want. It's called earning. Try it.

I ran the hell away at age 16.

I feel like a bit of a whiner after the reaction here :oops:

Yep. That's OK, though. It's called being a teenager. I did lost of stupid, silly, whiney stuff myself at that age. Anyone who says they didn't is most likely lying.

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You're nothing more than a typical selfish, self-centred 15 year-old, and guess what? That's normal. You have, if you're lucky, maybe 80 years to do whatever you want. I agree with the people that have told you that you haven't the faintest idea how much love is driving your dads actions. I also agree with the poor sods who don't have the luxory of whining about their dads because they're dead. Whatever you think, however worldly you think you are, you're still growing, physically and mentally. If you can get it into your adolescent head that your dad really does know a bit more about the world than you, you might mature yourself. If you're able, step back and see how he must feel, trying his best to bring you up safely, regretting having to say no, when he'd probably love to be your mate and say 'okay son', and trying to live his own life too. He has got one you know, the world isn't spinning around you and your needs.