To answer some questions:
I recently moved out. They are really against me moving out and don’t understand why I need my own space (physically and mentally) and made it clear that it would strain our relationship if I did so.
This touching thing is one of many things I feel they are trying to control me with. The hair thing, they didn’t let me get haircuts when I was a kid. I think I got my first haircut at 19. Around that same time I wanted to switch colleges really bad, my dad gave me the choice of switching schools or getting a haircut, I chose the haircut. Hair grew back within a year and a half, I cut it again at 27. My parents give me shit about it every time they see me. What actually started the fight last night was when my mom touched my hair and said “look at your hair, it looks so bad now, why did you do this to yourself?” I asked her politely not to touch my hair, she went to touch it anyway, then I walked away she followed me and actually grabbed my hair, not hard but firm defininately not in a affectionate way. I pulled my hair away from her hands, and that’s when hell broke loose and she told me not to speak to her unless I let her touch me.
Whenever we go somewhere, they like to pick out the clothes and accessories I wear. If they are providing transportation, we don’t leave until I wear something that is acceptable to them. My mom took a nice trip a year and a half ago, she told me that I could not go if I didn’t wear the clothes she bought for me. I may dress a little butch, but Christ, I don’t dress like a hobo.
They didn’t want me to get a job until I graduated from grad school. I took their advice and now I can’t get hired anywhere decent because I don’t have a lot of work experience. Now this was my fault and my stupidity and naivete, back then I thought a degree alone would open the doors for me. I had no idea that would fuck me over, but I feel like they took advantage of my ignorance. They want me to be financially dependent on them, until I find a husband, and then I can be financially dependent on him. They are very uncomfortable with the idea of me being financially independent. For one, they don’t think I would be capable of doing so. Two, if they don’t assist me with my financial needs they fear that I won’t come around for anything else.
There are many more things, I just can’t think of them right now.
I know I should be more empathetic, but I feel such resentment, that it clouds my judgment. Yes, I believe that my parents love me, and mean well, they just have a fucked up way of showing it. I feel there’s been a long history of co-dependence, manipulation, and insecurity (on their part) in our relationship, and I’m at the end of my rope.