‘Fun’ fact. My mother took the door off of my bedroom when I was a kid. Straight up had no door because how dare I have privacy. This being after she read my journal and found out I was gay. Lovely woman, her. Can’t die faster.
‘Fun’ fact. My mother took the door off of my bedroom when I was a kid. Straight up had no door because how dare I have privacy. This being after she read my journal and found out I was gay. Lovely woman, her. Can’t die faster.
Well, to be honest it wasn’t your door. It was her’s/your father’s. It’s not illegal for her to take the door off. Now, I’d have reserved that move for if like I found drugs in your room or something that showed crime. But as long as you remain her responsibility, well… The illusion of ownership of any ‘thing’ in your life was that. And illusion.
You sound like the type of person to say to their kid “I clothe and feed you, therefore blank” as if clothing/feeding isn’t your literal bare minimum as a parent.
Privacy is conducive to the healthy mindset of someone who is growing. It demonstrates a lack of trust in your child, a gross invasion of basic privacy that is afforded to literally anyone else on the planet and treats the child like a commodity/pet moreso than an individual. Arguing ‘ownership’ over a door is just gross.
Property is a social construct. It’s just a way for all of us to make sense of living with each other.
The kid owned that door through a consensus, just as you own your things, even as an adult. If that was an illusion, so is all your property.
Point is, don’t be a dick.
Ok boomer
10 years later: “Why don’t my kids ever call or visit? It must be their fault, I will try yelling at them some more to solve this issue.”
or… here me out… trear your kids with a modicum of respect? they might turn out to be actual human beings when they grow up that way