Hey everyone, in dire need of advice because my mom’s over-the-top strictness could be a sitcom episode. I’m 17, doing A-levels, and prepping for uni next year. Here’s the rundown:
Phone Jail: My phone’s on lockdown tighter than Fort Knox. I get 30 glorious seconds to check messages, then it’s back to solitary confinement in her drawer. No social media—NOT EVEN Pinterest! Apparently, the internet is a den of doom. Told my friends, so now I get about as many messages as a telegraph office in 2023. Absolute joy.
Uni Dictator: She’s got this genius plan where I only apply to two unis. Because, you know, why would I need options? I want to apply to five for some semblance of security, but nope. Even my teachers think she’s on another level of strictness. But, her word is law.
Fashion Police: She’s got me decked out in outfits that could double as camping tents. We’re not poor—I asked for a medium size jumper because I’m average-sized, but at 5'3", it’s like wearing a circus tent. Logic? Never heard of it. Branded jeans? Haha, dream on. Apparently, my waist isn’t worthy. She vetoes anything that’s remotely stylish.
Grade Grinch: Scored 74% on a test and got the delightful response of “not good enough.” Tried the whole “expressing my feelings” thing, but she insists it’s “for my own good” and won’t budge. Promises things will be different when I turn 18, but her promises are about as reliable as a chocolate teapot.
Trapped and Stressed: This whole circus is tanking my self-esteem. Talked to teachers, but it’s like discussing quantum physics with a goldfish. Desperately need advice on dealing with this madness. Is it as ridiculous as it feels to be treated like this at my age?