My parents went away for two days, and during those two days I dreaded my hair. I came home late last night and after talking to my mom for a few seconds she says to me 'I have tolerated your nose piercing and all of your stupid 'rebellion' antics. You think dreadlocks are cool? They are disgusting and they are for bums. The white kids that 'think are your friends' will think this is cool but you seem to forget that you are not white. You represent us. If you want to keep this shit you will leave and you will be cut off of our insurance and you will not live in our house. You cannot come back once you leave. Go upstairs and comb that shit out of your hair or else give me your phone and car keys and house keys and get out of my house and go live with your hippie/anarchist friends and see how well you get by. You are naive and stupid to even be considering this. I will not tolerate this-if you live in our house you will conform to our rules and look and act like a normal person.'
Basically, my dreads are the straw that broke the camels back for my parents. There is alot more to this story than just what I have said, but the main thing that kills me is that they cannot accept me for who I am, nor will they accept the person I want to become. I am twenty years old and my parents have paid for everything for me-phone, car insurance, community college, everything. If I leave, everything I have is gone. I will have to go live as a poor girl with some of my best friends up North and work and go to school and pay for everything myself instead of having them pay for things for me.(I work two jobs now, but if I moved I would have to quit both of them and find other jobs closer to where I would be living) They have already offered me a room and more people are offering to look into jobs for me. My parents think that these people are 'crazy hippie anarchists who need to be smacked into reality' and have told me that I am crazy to even be associating with them. I just cannot belive that my parents are not even willing to give this a chance. So, I most likely will be moving up North. I hope that this experience will teach me how to be self-dependent and allow me to find who I am, since I don't seem to know. Mostly, I just hope that one day I'll be able to talk to my mother and not be able to hear the dissapointment in her voice, and that one day she can be proud of me.
Freedom comes at a very high cost.
Thoughts? Has anyone else had parents that reacted like this? I am quite upset.