My parents have by and large been decent parents. But they did not handle my transition to adulthood well. I had great grades and we were comfortably middle class. They decided I should attend local school X (which was a glorified community college) rather than a farther away school that would have fit my interests. They pushed me to study engineering instead of my admittedly scattered hopes of something in the liberal arts or maybe a history teacher.
I found myself commuting 30 minutes a day to a school where most were from area high schools that I hadn't attended. The school was friendlier than most (shout-out to Midwest niceness), but I still felt rather isolated.
My point? You could make a good case my parents messed me up. But...it all worked out in the end. I graduated with zero student loans. I had some amazing teachers. And I was accepted at the graduate schools of my choice.
Why am I telling this story? It's not "if" your parents will ruin your life, it's when. (I could also tell a story on how they did a great job dealing with me from 11-14 when I was a weird kid.) Even the best parents will misjudge you or hurt you. Expect it, but also know that you don't have to stay ruined. My relationship with my parents survived those weak years, and soon after had some of its strongest years. Just a thought.


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