In the time I've spent in this fine community, I've made one, maybe two threads about my parents generally sucking. Maybe some of you saw them, I dunno. The thing is, I'm really mad at my parents right now, and I've been harboring some major hostility towards my parents for the past week, and it's not because of anything they've done recently. It's more like I'm just fully realizing this massive list of things they've done through my whole earlier childhood that make me wish I could do it over.
WARNING: WALL OF TEXT BEGINS HERE
I drum in my school band, and I drum in the jazz band. In jazz band, I'm in regular contact with a few kids that seem like musical geniuses to me. This is partly because I can't play a real instrument. I started drumming when my dad bought a set for himself. At the time, I was learning guitar, but I started to get really good at drums really fast. I asked my parents if I could switch to drum lessons. They flat-out said no, for some reason or another. So I got drum lessons from my guitar teacher without telling them. When I think about how far I've come, a part of me has to focus on the fact that I couldn't have gotten there without ignoring my parents. But this isn't even the whole problem. I'm good at drumming, but I'm not satisfied with drums as an instrument. I see these kids in jazz band, and they're improvising, songwriting, multi-instrumental prodigies, and I wish I could be like that. But they've all been learning instruments since starting band in fifth grade, or earlier, and it seems like music is just natural to them. In fifth grade, I asked my parents if I could play bass in the school band. I was denied, and I doubt I'll ever learn why. This year, I'm learning tenor sax (again after ignoring my parents), but I know I'll never be as good as the others. I'm terrified it's too late to make it as natural as it is for them, and I feel like I could've been that good if my parents had let me. And the more I think about it, I see more examples of my parents stopping me from doing things that I can only seeing making me a better person. I took karate classes until my black belt, and then my parents told me I couldn't keep going because I'd have to take more classes per week. This is absolutely untrue, and since then there hasn't really been a sport or physical activity that I like anywhere near as much. My parents told me my friends are no good, and years later I still know they're wrong. I asked my parents if I could take fencing lessons, and they made me do lacrosse instead, which they tried to convince was more important than my grades. I quit, against their will, and my grades have vastly improved. When I look at these things, I think about how different I could've been if my parents had allowed me to do the things I wanted, and I only see how they could have improved me as a person. Now, most cases of bad parenting seem to be an extreme tough love sort of thing, but I don't see how my parents honestly thought they could have been keeping me out of band for my own good. It feels like they've been intentionally holding me back. Maybe this rant doesn't have a point, but I needed to get it off my chest, and I need advice on making my own decisions. Thank you for reading.
WARNING: WALL OF TEXT BEGINS HERE
I drum in my school band, and I drum in the jazz band. In jazz band, I'm in regular contact with a few kids that seem like musical geniuses to me. This is partly because I can't play a real instrument. I started drumming when my dad bought a set for himself. At the time, I was learning guitar, but I started to get really good at drums really fast. I asked my parents if I could switch to drum lessons. They flat-out said no, for some reason or another. So I got drum lessons from my guitar teacher without telling them. When I think about how far I've come, a part of me has to focus on the fact that I couldn't have gotten there without ignoring my parents. But this isn't even the whole problem. I'm good at drumming, but I'm not satisfied with drums as an instrument. I see these kids in jazz band, and they're improvising, songwriting, multi-instrumental prodigies, and I wish I could be like that. But they've all been learning instruments since starting band in fifth grade, or earlier, and it seems like music is just natural to them. In fifth grade, I asked my parents if I could play bass in the school band. I was denied, and I doubt I'll ever learn why. This year, I'm learning tenor sax (again after ignoring my parents), but I know I'll never be as good as the others. I'm terrified it's too late to make it as natural as it is for them, and I feel like I could've been that good if my parents had let me. And the more I think about it, I see more examples of my parents stopping me from doing things that I can only seeing making me a better person. I took karate classes until my black belt, and then my parents told me I couldn't keep going because I'd have to take more classes per week. This is absolutely untrue, and since then there hasn't really been a sport or physical activity that I like anywhere near as much. My parents told me my friends are no good, and years later I still know they're wrong. I asked my parents if I could take fencing lessons, and they made me do lacrosse instead, which they tried to convince was more important than my grades. I quit, against their will, and my grades have vastly improved. When I look at these things, I think about how different I could've been if my parents had allowed me to do the things I wanted, and I only see how they could have improved me as a person. Now, most cases of bad parenting seem to be an extreme tough love sort of thing, but I don't see how my parents honestly thought they could have been keeping me out of band for my own good. It feels like they've been intentionally holding me back. Maybe this rant doesn't have a point, but I needed to get it off my chest, and I need advice on making my own decisions. Thank you for reading.