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This is Stan. Do you know that phrase, “big brother is watching you”? In his case, it’s “big mother is watching you”. Sounds creepy, eh? We all want to grow up, but for Stan, growing up was really urgent, because his mom was a control freak who needed to check every one of his steps.
Until he started going to school, Stan didn’t even notice something was wrong with his life. His mom brought him up alone, and of course she loved him so much, always defending him from everything and being by his side. That’s normal for a toddler. But school is a time to learn to be independent, starting with small steps. He remembers his first day – you know how it often happens that kids start crying when separated from their parents for the first time? Well, there were tears – but this time, it was Stan’s mom crying, saying, “Please don’t go!”. Gosh, that was embarrassing.
And from then on, his mom wanted to control every step of his life. Every day she came to take him home from school, but they didn’t drive home straightaway. She went to his teachers and asked for a daily update on his progress. It was really tiring for them. But they were very understanding for a couple of months – you know, a single mom, the only child. But eventually, they asked her to stop it. However, she still took every chance to control him. He would do his homework as they drove home, and she always stood in his bedroom watching him as he finished it off. Stan’s room didn’t even have a door, for God’s sake! When he wanted to go for a walk with the kids from the neighborhood, she would say, “I’ll come with you, but I won’t bother you, don’t worry.” And she just stayed there watching them from a distance! Needless to say, he didn’t have many friends. No one wants to be observed all the time.
While he was growing up, Stan realized that this was not a case of normal parental concern. He asked his mom why he needed to be constantly observed and couldn’t get at least a bit of privacy. She answered: “Why, do you have secrets from your mommy?” The worst part was that now that he was in his early teens, Stan had his social media accounts, his smartphone, his blog. He wanted to keep them secret, but his mom managed to find them all, get the passwords and control the chats. It was so frustrating when he came home and she would start discussing the conversation he’d had yesterday with someone. He tried to rebel against it, to change the passwords and get himself a freaking door for his room, but these efforts ended with his mom being in hysterics on how dangerous the world is, that it’s full of criminals and pedophiles, and that when he grew up he would understand her.
When he turned 14, the time came for drastic action. He understood that it was impossible to reason with his mom and to convince her to finally get a life. So Stan changed his tactics. He had to develop a secret life of his own, because otherwise he would have no social connections apart from his mom. For several months, it went fine; his mom was sure he was leading a perfect home-school-home life, and he was now enjoying his social life almost like any other teen. But one day, a catastrophe happened. He left his secret smartphone at home, and while he was out his mom found it, unblocked it and read everything he had there. You can’t imagine how this made him feel when he came back home.
It was at that point that his mom had a sort of emotional breakdown, having seen that he had slipped out of her control. That time, Stan was grounded for good. His mom told him to stay in his room, and he couldn’t leave it even to go to the kitchen. It seems that she didn’t realize the situation had became totally crazy and very dangerous, and she was behaving like some kind of maniac. Stan understood that he had to do something. The time came to stop the rebellion and to behave like an adult. He thought about a possible solution (he had a lot of free time to think) and went to his mom to convince her to go to a family psychologist.
Of course, first she said no. But he insisted, because he didn’t see any other solution, and also because this was the only way for him to leave the house. After all, she had to agree just to shut him up. It turned out that therapy was the thing that they both needed badly. His mom was reluctant, but within the first half hour she was already opening up to the doctor. Stan also had issues, but they were more a reaction to his mom’s actions. When they returned home, his mom told him all of a sudden that he was going to go back to school, and that he was even going to have a door for his room. Wow! That’s what you call a therapeutic effect. The problem is that he was not sure what was happening in her head, because now she was giving him liberty with the same enthusiasm that she had when she had kept him locked up. All he wants to do now is grow up ASAP.
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hello I'm Stan do you know that phrase big brother is watching you in my case it's big mother is watching you sounds creepy yeah we all want to grow up but in my case growing up was really urgent because my mom is a control freak who needs to check my every step until I started going to school I didn't even notice something was wrong with my life I have a single mom and of course she loves me so much always defending me from everything and being by my side it's normal for a toddler but school is time to learn to be independent starting in small steps I remember my first day you know what often happens that kids start crying when separated from their parents for the first time well there were tears but it was my mom crying please don't go oh please gosh that was embarrassing and at once my mom wanted to control every step of my life every day she came to take me from school but we didn't drive away she went to my teachers and asked for a daily update in my progress it was really tiring for them but they were very understanding for a couple of months you know single mom the only child but after all they asked to stop it however she took every chance to control me as she drove me home I was doing my homework and she was always staying in my room watching me in the process my room didn't even have a door for God's sake when I wanted to go for a walk with the kids from the neighborhood she said I will accompany you but I will not bother you no worries and she just stayed there watching us from a distance needless to say I didn't have many friends no one wants to be observed all the time while I was growing I started realizing that this is not a normal parents or concern I asked my mom why I needed to be constantly observed and couldn't get at least a bit of privacy she answered why do you have secrets from your mommy well if you need to hide from me worst part was that now I was in my early teens I add my social media my smartphone my blog I wanted to keep them see but my mom managed to find them all get the passwords and control the chats it was so inspiring when I came home and she just started to discuss my yesterday's conversation with someone I tried to rebel to change the passwords and get myself a freaking room door but it finished with mom's hysterics on how dangerous the world is that it's full of criminals and pedophiles and when I grew up I would understand her as I was 14 time came for drastic actions I understood that it was impossible to reason with my mom and to convince her to finally get a life so I changed my tactics I had to develop a secret life because otherwise I would have no social connections apart from my mom I need to say that it required some James Bond skills every time inventing new information on where I was passing the time providing cover stories using secret gadgets in order to communicate with people online for several months it was going fine mom was sure I was leading a perfect homeschool home life and I was enjoying social life like nearly any other teen but one day the catastrophe happened I forgot my secret smartphone at home and while I was absent my mom found it unblocked it and read everything I had there you can't imagine my emotions as I returned back home I think at this point my mom had sort of an emotional breakdown seeing that I had slipped out of her control that time I was grounded for good mom told me to stay in my room and I couldn't leave it even to go to the kitchen obviously I wasn't supposed to attend school mom called my tutor and it formed him that I was seriously ill and would missed a couple of months of school I think she didn't realize the situation became crazy and very dangerous and she was behaving like some kind of maniac I understood I had to do something time came to stop the rebellion and to behave like an adult I thought about a possible solution I had a lot of free time to think and came to my mom convincing her to go to a family psychologist of course first she said no but I was insisting because I didn't see any other solutions and also because this was the only way for me to leave the house after all she had to agree just to shut me up turned out it was the one thing that we both needed badly mum was reluctant but just in a half an hour she was already opening up to the doctor turned out I also had issues but they were more a reaction to my mom's actions when we turned home my mom informed me at once that I was turning back to school and even that I'm getting a door in my room wow that's what I call therapeutic effect problem is that I'm not sure what's happening in her head because now she's giving me liberty with the same enthusiasm that she had when closing me up but at least I now can lead a life more or less of a normal person I even have some privacy however I am still scared that one day my mom again will try to control my every step all I'm waiting for is to grow up ASAP this is my story and I hope you like it and would 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