I've lost all respect for my family.

Sometime in August, my brother noticed a funny smell coming from my room. The next morning, he sniffed his way right into my drugbox, and with complete disregard for my privacy, opened it (my drugbox contained a bong, two grams of salvia, a bag of weed, and at least three pipes at the time). He said he wouldn't tell my parents as long as I stopped. I agreed with my fingers crossed behind my back. As far as I'm concerned, a promise means nothing when you're forced into it.

Now, a few months later, my brother came home for easter. Once again, the fat slob went through my shit, this time searching for my xbox games. He found the plastic case to my budbomb and a couple empty baggies. I told him I had only smoked a few times since I was first caught (which was a lie). Again, he told me he would not inform my parents, this time because they wouldn't let me go to IU if they found out I was smoking weed. A week later, an angry father interrogated me about marijuana. He didn't tell me that my brother narced, but a child with down syndrome could figure that out.

My parents spewed the usual DARE bullshit. I found a brochure that attempted to lump all drugs into one (as most anti-drug propaganda does). It included this survey thing which, at the end, had a box that said "Your score: if you answered yes to any of these questions, you have a drug problem". It didn't take much time to notice that the packet said, indirectly, that if you use any drug then you are addicted. Of course, my parents are now convinced that I am addicted to weed; they even went so far as to suggest that I always made strong coffee for myself because I was trying to quit smoking.

Worst of all, they wanted a list of all of my friends that smoke so they could tell me that those people couldn't be my friends anymore (as though they can make such decisions for an eighteen year old). They told me that, in highschool, friends of theirs had begun smoking weed. My parents claimed that these were "good people with good personalities", yet they ditched them solely because they enjoyed marijuana on occasion. I believe the comment was supposed to encourage me to make new friends and ditch the old ones, but it only succeeded in obliterating any respect I had for them. They are terrible human beings who put allegiance to a corrupted system before friendship. They are just more mindless sheep that think what they are told to think. I don't know how long I can survive with these people.

 

thats messed up...your brother doesnt respect your privacy, and your parents are trying to control you (at 18!), thats not right.

Good thing you are almost done with high school and move out, instead of getting caught years earlier.

 

my mum had some friends over last night and i found a joint next to the fruit salad

 

yeah dud my mom pulled that list of banned freinds on me shit, so who does it, well you know my freind ... does, well he's not your freind anymore. Big suprise to her when I get an apartment this summer with that kid who's name I neglected to mention. It's quite harsh you have to understand that the american family is an overstressed on parents are rediculously warped by a feeling of outside pressure to have a proper family, and they turn it inward to self conaiousness about their family. It's a horribly excessive system of controlling stresses, yet dissasociation is the key( and not the kind sippen Robitusson gives you) I myself find no element of identity or solace within my family yet I appretiate what they have given me ie paying for my UBC tuition.
I have never belonged wholeheartedly to country or State, to my circle of friends or even to my own family...
Such isolation is sometimes bitter, but I do not regret being cut off from the understanding and sympathy of other men.
I lose something by it,to be sure, but I am compensated for it in being rendered independent of the customs,
opinions and prejudices of others, and am not tempted to rest my peace of mind upon such shifting foundations.
--Albert Einstein

 

You're a lucky son of a bitch bill.

 

My mom tried to tell me which friends I can hang out with based on if they smoke pot or not. She says they're a bad influence. Makes sense, I guess, until you find out that she knows the only drug they do is pot, and she knows I've done speed and ecstasy. Weird, eh? She gets more pissed off about my friends who smoke pot than she ever did when she found out I've done speed and ecstasy. Lol.. parents can be so weird.

My mom actually thinks I'm a drug addict. I don't know what she thinks I'm addicted to, probably pot, but maybe she thinks I'm addicted to speed or something. Who knows.

 

haha it was funny caus my mum kept trying to work out where the big influence amongst my friends was when in the end, i am the biggest influence on most of my friends haha

 

That is really fucked up. My friend has a cousin who did this exact same thing.
I am sorry for you, I hope you get through this.

 

I remember when I was 18/19 my friends mother was "off" me..which was funny at that time as I was totally straight till was 24 and it was her daughter that was runnng round doing anyhing and everything that was going and if anything leading all of us astray...I was a bit hurt at the time actually but now with hindsight I think I am flattered that she regarded me not to be out of the same little cookie cutter that my mates other friends were and therefore she just didn't know where to place me.

It all so doesn't matter when you are older...even if you have fucked up it doesn't matter..life continues on and it is how you ar livng it right now that matters!
stephanie

 

Wow my parents are a lot like yours. When my mom found out I had been smoking pot she assumed all my friends do (they do) and called them white trash and said I could never hang out with them again. It's such horrible parenting. My children will never have to deal with this shit.

 

Your parents are just confused. You need to understand that they just want whats best for you, But they need to understand that you are 18, and you are going to do whatever the hell you feel like, with or without their permission. If it was me, Id humor them, I mean if they are so gullable to buy into that propagandha theyll buy into your BS.

Dont hate your parents/brother, they care about you, but they are in their own little world. Good for them.

Just keep on smoking, dont change. They will have to get used to it.

 

Thats the thing, I can't keep smoking. One thing my parents were pissed about was that I've been lying about it in the past. Some asshole told my cousin at school that I smoked, and she shit her pants and told her parents, who told mine. I denied it and they believed me. Also, if they were to find me smoking again they would probably send me to rehab or something (like I said, they were already suspicious of addiction).

 

Same fucking shit happened to me. My mom didt and still isnt letting me hang out with certain people even though she knows I am she thinks that I havent smoked pot in months funny her since I have been smoking every day. My mom actualy wasnt that madd after like the 5th time catching me and pretty much said I could smoke pot if I keep my grades up and such, she said this because when she was my age she smoked pot and understands a tiny bit. But then she caught be doing Oxycontin and found out about methadone that I was taking and then shit went down hill. She started signing me up for rehab and shit but she later cancled that, she was looking into all these bootcamps and such but she will never go through with it hah.

 

If you're 18, they can't send you to your room, much less rehab. When I got caught dealing, my parents tried to say I couldn't see any of my friends because they were bad influences. I thought it was funny, because first; wouldn't -I- be the bad influence on -them-, and second; they still don't know who any of my friends are unless I met them over 4 years ago.

 

Dude! WHY are you kissin his ASS? You're 18?

 

ignorance is the down fall of society......bastards

 

Uh, yeah. In some states they CAN send the teen to Rehab. IF he/she stiil resides in the parents home.
But, I'd say Big Bro needs a mate! QUICKLY!!!!!!!!!!

 

I concur, get an apt, or snatch ther asses up in a beartrap *snap*

...maybe go with the apt. idea though, a decent job ain't that hard to put up with easier than parents Ive found!

 

Hey there sport, if you're so upset then move the fuck out. If youre 18 and mature enough then get out of your parents house and make your own living and then you can do whatever you want. If not then stop your snivelling.

 

Very simple, next time you catch that little bastard goin threw your shit, grab him by the collar and punch him right in the face, lay him flat down...then tell the bastard itll happen even worse if he says anything or comes back and does it again.hehehehhe