My parents taught me so much, and I believe they did what they thought was best for me. I know their hearts were in the right place, but I’ve reached a point where I can see how things damaged me. I can see how things could have been done better. And as I grow, I want us all to grow together. But I think as a parent, admitting you did something wrong or harmful to your kid can be difficult, I can understand that. They’ve been very defensive. I wish I could take them with me. It feels like my dad refuses to let me grow in his mind. Anything I do that’s new is me needing to make a statement, some desire to rebel. I’m not seen as a valid person living their own life in their own unique way. Just some kid who is acting out for attention. It’s sad to me.