Yeah, my parents made us leave our cell phones on the kitchen counter so they could read our texts every night, and they installed software on our computers that took screenshots every 5 seconds.
I wonder why I have issues with authority figures and privacy?
You had a cell phone as a child? Musta been nice. I had no door on my bedroom doorframe and wasn’t aloud out of the house except under rare circumstances.
Didn’t mean I was willing to follow the rules. All that strictness caused me to simply rebel to all authority figures. Seriously, ask me my opinions about police or the government. Lol.
The video games in my house were downstairs, and one time I did a “Can I go downstairs?” instead of “Can I play video games?” when I knew they didn’t want me playing more games. Thought it was a clever loophole. Only worked the one time, but got jokingly referenced for the next ten years.
I think I now realize the subconscious reason why, even as a leftist, I’m very pro-gun, its that distrust of my parents, and thus distrust of school admin, which then also transferred into the distrust of authority in general.
I hate how (USA) democrats delegated so-called “gun control” to the cops having the discretion to deny you a gun permit for self defence, not even a judge, but a fucking cop, and the same cops would intentionally never show up in time to help you against a home invasion. (see: “may issue” gun laws in the US, which has since 2022 been ruled unconstitutional, ironically I agree with the far-right dipshits in SCOTUS on this specific issue)
As the other person said, it really depends on what people mean by “strict”.
My parents were “strict” in that they enforced a bed time. Now I have better than average sleeping habits. So that worked out.
But I’ve also read about “strict” parents that, like, take doors off their kids rooms, or read the kids private messages, or other nightmares
Yeah, my parents made us leave our cell phones on the kitchen counter so they could read our texts every night, and they installed software on our computers that took screenshots every 5 seconds.
I wonder why I have issues with authority figures and privacy?
You had a cell phone as a child? Musta been nice. I had no door on my bedroom doorframe and wasn’t aloud out of the house except under rare circumstances.
Didn’t mean I was willing to follow the rules. All that strictness caused me to simply rebel to all authority figures. Seriously, ask me my opinions about police or the government. Lol.
Eh, not as a kid. I got a phone in high school once I got my driver’s license. But yeah, parents are a blast, huh?
How are you feeling about cops and the government these days?
Acab. Fuck the police. Luigi for president. Lol.
My folks were technology skeptics and limited access to screens. We had strict allotments of time to access electronics.
This taught us how to game the rules and make up arguments to justify our discretions.
They were also lawyers, so we walked into the first trap.
The video games in my house were downstairs, and one time I did a “Can I go downstairs?” instead of “Can I play video games?” when I knew they didn’t want me playing more games. Thought it was a clever loophole. Only worked the one time, but got jokingly referenced for the next ten years.
As someone who was raised in a firmly careered household (engineering though) it’s always interesting to see other variations on it.
I think I now realize the subconscious reason why, even as a leftist, I’m very pro-gun, its that distrust of my parents, and thus distrust of school admin, which then also transferred into the distrust of authority in general.
I hate how (USA) democrats delegated so-called “gun control” to the cops having the discretion to deny you a gun permit for self defence, not even a judge, but a fucking cop, and the same cops would intentionally never show up in time to help you against a home invasion. (see: “may issue” gun laws in the US, which has since 2022 been ruled unconstitutional, ironically I agree with the far-right dipshits in SCOTUS on this specific issue)
Had my door taken off for playing my music too loud… Translation: We can’t yell across the house for you to “come here”.