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How to give your kids trust issues and anxiety brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad
See Also: How to further endanger people in abusive relationships, brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad, with control issues.
Itâs honestly like Christian Grey level micromanaging. Do you wanna fuck up your kid? Because this is how you fuck up your kid.
My parents did this to me as a teenager. Nothing will ever match the horror of being called into your dadâs office at the age of 14 and him showing you screenshots of your own computer from the last several months. Screenshots of private conversations with online friends. Or records of my internet browsing history. And then my fundamentalist christian parents asked, âdo you masturbate?â because they found I had signed up for this site called âokcupidâ in order to do the fun personality quizzes they had on it. And okcupid was a âsex site.â And they would play mind games with me, pretending that they had been recording more of my activity than they actually had, but refusing to tell me how much, so I never really knew how much they actually knew, or how long theyâd been spying on my computer, and I lived in constant fear of them pulling out a âWE KNOW YOU DID THIS, GOTCHA.â at any moment. Sometimes when I left the room they would sneak onto my computer and go through anything I had left open. Iâm 23 now, and to this day I have a soul-crippling paranoia of anybody getting near my computer. Not even long term romantic partners. NOBODY touches my computer. Never ever ever ever.
Because instead of actually communicating with your children, stalk them instead to manipulate them emotionally.
This is terrifying and my parents did this to me constantly throughout my childhood. My mom hasnât done it in the past year or so because Iâve been âgoodâ (I kind of just gave up on everything for awhile because of depression caused by my folks so I could do no wrong) and I still delete the history on the computer just in case. She still goes through my phone sometimes, though.
Phone horror story: my parents went through my phone when I was young and dating this girl, but I didnât want my parents to know. I was afraid if they would accept me, my mom being religious, and my dad being the most important person to me. So every night, my girlfriend and I would say goodnight and âI love youâ. But my parents were suspicious, took my phone, went through it, and then hid it.
They then watched me run around the house in a blind panic trying to find my phone for /hours/. I finally figured out what happened, confronted them, and was sat down for hands down the worst talk Iâd ever received. They asked me if I was dating this girl. I said yes. They asked me if I was a lesbian. I said no, Iâm bisexual. They then proceeded to tell me that âbisexuality isnât real, I have to pick, itâs just a phaseâ ect.
And thatâs my coming out story. I didnât âcome outâ. I was forced to admit my sexuality under interrogation after they invaded my privacy, and then ridiculed. I have nothing to hide now, but when someone goes through my phone, I freak out. I donât tell my family when Iâm dating someone, even if Iâm happy with them.
So yeah. Wanna fuck up your child for life? Wanna cause a major rift in trust between you and your kid? Go through their shit, and wondering why your kid doesnât tell you when somethingâs wrong /years/ later.
Okay I donât normally add things to posts but Iâm going to tonight. I used to be in a relationship with a cis girl; if I may remind everyone, I, also, am a cis female. I live in the bible belt of the United States and one of the most terrible places you can be in: Texas. That means I was raised with and around people who STILL believe that gays/trans/anything apart from âthe normâ is going to hell/condemned/disgusting.
I was crushing on this girl of mine for a couple of years, and my parents took my phone one time because I got in trouble. Theyâd read all of our texts. All of them. Everything. And they forbid me from ever speaking to her again and ended up taking me to âChristianâ therapy. This made me unbelievably depressed and when this happened, I got back into self harm. Still, when youâre forced to grow up doing things that make you happy in secret because your parents are super consesrvative, you get sneaky. Eventually this girl and I ended up in a relationship. So I dated this girl for THREE YEARS, long distance, ENTIRELY in secret. I had to clear my text messages every 5 minutes, couldnât EVER talk to her on the phone (except for when I finally got my car and was allowed to go our by myself, in which, I still had to be careful) and it made us both MISERABLE. If they found out we were talking not only would we not be able to again, but they wanted to place a restraining order on her just so that it would be IMPOSSIBLE for us talk again. All because they were MORTIFIED of me âbeing gayâ.
And Iâm not exaggerating. They would check the Verizon bills to see what numbers Iâve texted/called, would SNATCH my phone out of my and RANDOMLY and check through my messages/MSN, and I was subject to ârandom regular computer checksâ. The girl I was with at this time had to pay $50 to get an area code that wasnât the one theyâd be looking for just so that we could text back and fourth without questions.
It destroyed me. It destroyed my sense of trust for my parents and even now, long after my relationship with this person has been ended and I am allowed and approved to date my current boyfriend, I still clear my texts out of pure fear and am still scared sometimes. I doubt theyâd take my phone now that Iâm nearly 21, but I have no idea and I canât be too careful. I still havenât come out to them as pansexual and probably wont ever.
If you love your children, donât do this kind of shit to them. Theyâll never trust you again.
Iâve said it before and Iâll say it again, if you violate your childâs privacy in this way youâll never earn their trust, youâre just creating a better liar.
This is not something your children will âunderstandâ later; you will not be forgiven, you will not be confided in. You will create trust issues for your children for all of their future relationships. There is nothing about this that is ok.Â
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