SubmissiveDove5
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- Apr 7, 2004
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I need advice....again.
I did a really stupid thing. I tried explaining ds to my parents. My dad is open-minded, but not thrilled, and my mother is totally aposed to my even thinking about it.
Now, I know that learning about and someday living the lifestyle is totally my decision and not there's, but as I've posted in previous threads, my parents are extremely over-protective of me. Under the circumstances, I do understand why they are, but when it boils down to me acting the way I did tonight out of pure frustration, they are at the point of sufficating me.
I don't mean to digress, but this will tie into my problem eventually. There has been three murders in my city recently, and the bodies have all been dismembered. The crual, sadistical man who committed these uncomprehensible acts has been arrested, and he has admitted to them. This is where it ties into what happened tonight; I told my mother that my best friend, who works in my city, hadn't heard of these murders. My mother, being in a drunken state, started making me feel guilty by connecting the murderer with the man I met at the mall the other day. What I mean by this is that she started saying, "This murderer was a very nice and respected man in the community. He wanted to help people with there problems and guide them, and then he goes and does this. You could have been another dismembered victim." I hate it when she lays the guilt on me like that!
Finally I had had enough and I started yelling at her. She told me that the people I was communicating with and wanting to have relationships with were all just men who wanted to take advantage of me. Now I'm not arguing that perhaps the men I've been speaking to might have that in mind, but she meant it as everyone in the lifestyle wanted to take advantage without any care for me.
I went to my room, slammed the door, and just started crying and screaming. I felt like I was a prisoner, and no matter what I did to try and get out of any of my ruts, I would always be a prisoner. I threatened to get a lawyer and get restraining orders placed on them. I told them I was moving out and they couldn't stop me. I got nothing but questions thrown back at me: "Where will you go?" And then derogatory remarks like, "Go ahead and get a lawyer, we'll have you claimed incompetant."
Now I've researched d/s and I have printed out forty-five pages of information. I don't really want them to read it, but now that I have opened a can of worms, I think I should try and find some way to resolve it, or at the very least, douch it.
Yes, I know, my life is never boring!
I did a really stupid thing. I tried explaining ds to my parents. My dad is open-minded, but not thrilled, and my mother is totally aposed to my even thinking about it.
Now, I know that learning about and someday living the lifestyle is totally my decision and not there's, but as I've posted in previous threads, my parents are extremely over-protective of me. Under the circumstances, I do understand why they are, but when it boils down to me acting the way I did tonight out of pure frustration, they are at the point of sufficating me.
I don't mean to digress, but this will tie into my problem eventually. There has been three murders in my city recently, and the bodies have all been dismembered. The crual, sadistical man who committed these uncomprehensible acts has been arrested, and he has admitted to them. This is where it ties into what happened tonight; I told my mother that my best friend, who works in my city, hadn't heard of these murders. My mother, being in a drunken state, started making me feel guilty by connecting the murderer with the man I met at the mall the other day. What I mean by this is that she started saying, "This murderer was a very nice and respected man in the community. He wanted to help people with there problems and guide them, and then he goes and does this. You could have been another dismembered victim." I hate it when she lays the guilt on me like that!
Finally I had had enough and I started yelling at her. She told me that the people I was communicating with and wanting to have relationships with were all just men who wanted to take advantage of me. Now I'm not arguing that perhaps the men I've been speaking to might have that in mind, but she meant it as everyone in the lifestyle wanted to take advantage without any care for me.
I went to my room, slammed the door, and just started crying and screaming. I felt like I was a prisoner, and no matter what I did to try and get out of any of my ruts, I would always be a prisoner. I threatened to get a lawyer and get restraining orders placed on them. I told them I was moving out and they couldn't stop me. I got nothing but questions thrown back at me: "Where will you go?" And then derogatory remarks like, "Go ahead and get a lawyer, we'll have you claimed incompetant."
Now I've researched d/s and I have printed out forty-five pages of information. I don't really want them to read it, but now that I have opened a can of worms, I think I should try and find some way to resolve it, or at the very least, douch it.
Yes, I know, my life is never boring!
