>try to have serious deep conversation with parents
>they get annoyed and upset because i make them feel uncomfortable with what i say
>they yell and tell me to go away and dig their head in the sand
what's it like to grow up with emotional stable parents that you can actually communicate with? no wonder im this fucking shitty site, i never had a chance
>try to have serious conversations with parents
>everything boils down to god
>"Don't worry about it anon because god has a plan and he loves you."
>tell them I don't believe in god
>"He believes in you, anon."
Fuck. Every time.
That my mom is obese, and I am embarrassed to be seen with her in public because shes obese
She says i shouldn't care what people think, and I tell her only legitimate psychopaths don't care what other people think and that caring what others think is perfectly socially normal.
My dad just cucks it up and agrees with everything she says because he is a beta cuck.
I am like Patrick Bateman when it comes to how I take care of my body through lifting, cardio and proper nutrition and staying ho ready year round.
It's just that one of those pet peeves.
High strung, overprotective, wouldn't allow me to get a job so i had to run out on my own and make a name for myself.
Successful, laid back, used to do a lot of LSD that my mom doesn't know about. Was always more of a really close friend rather than a father figure though.
>one day mom decides the microwave gives you radiation poisoning and refuses to use it (this is a woman who smokes a pack a day)
>my dad tells her exactly why thats bullshit because he has a masters degree
>my mom gets super pissed and starts mumbling about "after all i've done"
>radiation poisoning and refuses to use it (this is a woman who smokes a pack a day)
Just how do people rationalize this?
I mean I can understand just being generally overcautious, but come on.
my mom was decent for that stuff, though she kinda guided us away from things she didn't agree with (gay/lgbt). I learned how to talk about my thoughts and feelings really well, even though I didn't learn to stand up for myself.
>try to tell parents about my crippling depression
>try to tell them my mind is slowly unravelling
>try to tell them I think about suicide multiple times a day
They basically ignore every word I said, spout typical normie responses as the solution to all problems.
JUST GET OUT THERE, SON!