Parents barging in on their children nude or changing against the child’s comfort can go to hell.

I’ve never understood parents who just barge into their kid’s rooms. Creepy and gross.

i dunno man my parents do that thing where they either knock and immediately barge in or they skip the part where they knock altogether

this morning while I was in the bathroom, I told my mom to look away as I leave and enter my room. of course she wouldn’t listen and while I was covering my chest with my arms, she was just staring me down while I was dripping wet and looking all annoyed and such. that was so unnecessary. what’s wrong with looking away for a very seconds then going into the bathroom as soon as I’m in my room. were you mad that I woke up early to shower? you always complain about me waking up late, but these past days I’ve been waking up real early but you haven’t commented on that. I still experience passive aggression from you. she had already taken her own shower, she was coming in to brush her teeth or something. she was just staring me down while I was naked, dripping wet and she knows I hate that. I’m not comfortable being naked around you but what do you care. you’re okay with always making me feel uncomfortable.

I remember one time when I was probably around twelve, I had a yeast infection and I had to apply this cream around my vaginal area. I was old enough to be able to do it myself but of course my mom always wanted to treat me like a baby then wonders why I’m so held back mentally. seriously, you never let me venture out on my own or do anything by myself. I could have read the directions just fine and apply the ointment myself. one day when an ex friend of mine was at my house, my mom was telling me that she was going to apply the ointment and I told her no, I can do it myself. it was also disgusting that she needed to discuss this while a friend of mine was around. that was really embarrassing. why at that moment? what’s wrong with you. I let her know I wasn’t comfortable with her applying the ointment, putting her fingers all around my vaginal area, but she wouldn’t listen. she didn’t care. she said I was being rebellious because I didn’t want her to do it and I was screaming while she was doing this and trying to get out from under her. I felt so violated. I remember the day as if it were yesterday. my friend left the room as my mom closed the door and practically ripped my pants off and underwear. I was trying to fight her off of me but she overpowered me and pinned me down as she was spreading the cream all over my vagina. I didn’t like that feeling at all. it felt awful. I don’t know how to describe it, a mother so afraid to let her daughter grow up she does this. I want to do it myself and that makes me rebellious. you stagnate me and I’m fully dependent on you. now you complain about how I can’t do anything for myself. that was such an awful experience. I wanted to cry. I didn’t want you looking at me or touching me there. there was no reason for you to do that. you make me feel bad for wanting to grow up then berate me when I’ve internalized the message that growing up is bad. everytime I want to do something for myself you yell at me for not wanting to heed your advice and just do what I want. you yell at me for not wanting to go my own way, develop my own beliefs, come to my own understanding of things and not give into your narrow way of viewing the world.

my ex friend was there and she was probably thinking of how sad and babyish I was that I had to have my mom apply this ointment for me. my mom never let me do things on my own, let me grow up. it’s too late now. so afraid that I couldn’t do anything myself, creating conditions so that it’s hard to do things myself, it turned into reality.

My mom and older sister would always barge in like that and when I said anything about it, they’d start yelling about how we all got the same shit, and throw in that my sister just has more of it. It was so humiliating to be the scrawny, flat-chested one, standing there while my mom praised in detail how perfect and gorgeous my older sister is. And if I dared to say anything about feeling inferior appearance-wise, I’d just get berated. I will never understand this shit.