Bullying is never okay, even if you are the parents

This is an emotional fueled rant. It might not make a lot of sense and might even come off as dosrespectful to the older generation but I am quite sure that people around my age can relate to my thoughts.

I am tired of silently enduring the bullying and disrespect my parents show us everyday. No, they do not deserve understanding just because they are our parents.

It was their decision to have kids, not ours. They should have been ready to work to have the respect they crave instead kf trying to gqslight us all the time about all their sacrifices.

I appreciate all of their sacrifices, trust me. However, there is a thin line between respecting their sacrifices to letting them walk all over us. And they have been crossing it more sincr the quarantine started.

Why is it that when an adult make a mistake they can get away with just some "oops, people make mistakes" while when it is children who made that same mistakes they are made to feel stupid and cannot do anything right?

Why is a simple accident has to be labeled as a sign that someone is stupid, or cannot do anything right?

This notion of always meeding to be perfect is so tiring. I am so exhausted trying to keep up with their expectations that even they, themselves, cannot meet.

I habe tried everything to make it better. I gave them what they want from me-money. I gave them silence.

Why is it that one mistake suddenly makes you a good-for-nothing?

I am so tired of hearing them preaching about the day where we move out so we can no longer disrespect them but they never even admit that they are disrespecting us.

Is it respectful for them to body shame us every time we have our meals together? Is it respectful for them to brush aside what we love as a waste of time?

Is it disrespectful to call them out on their disrespect? Is it disrespect to defend ourselves from their words?

It is sad to think that home is supposed to be a place where one can relax and feel safe, but for me home is where I feel more pressure than when I am out with my friends.

It is during a time like this that I never wonder how I came so close to killing myself, and why I still think of it regularly.

It is no wonder when I have been stuck in this prison since the COVID 19 entered our country. It is no wonder that the perfect little world I try so hard to present to the world is crumbling.

This continued disrespect on me and my sisters is something that I no longer want to tolerate. The more it went on, the more I am sure that as soon as I can, I will cut off contact with them.

Call me ungrateful. Call me "walang utang na loob". I do not care.

After all, everything I ever received from them is their responsibility. It is a consequence of their decision to have children.

Everything I have ever given to them is not my responsibility. It is given out of my own decision.

I do not have any responsibility to my parents, contrary to the popular misconception in the country. Your children are not your retirement plan.

They can just go away without glancing back to their parents and that do not make them ungrateful.

This concept of "utang na loob" is constricting. It allows for people in authority to abuse their power. It allows them to feel entitled to not respect those below their level because they can, and because they feel like it does not matter because they are doing their responsibility.

Providing a good home, education, clothes, and other basic necessity is the bare minimum of being a parent. That does not gibe them free pass to bully their kids.

Parents were supposed to be the ones who uplift you, not the ones who bring you down. Home should be a place where you are allowed to make mistakes freely, and learn from them. Not a place where you are walking on eggshells.

The perfect daughter they expect from me vanished the moment my eyes finally opened to see their disrespect for what it was.

At first I thought it was just concern for our well being. But repeatedly bullying us so much so that we begin to doubt purselves and abilities are not done out of concern.

Belittling the choices we.made because it differs from theirs is not done out of love.

They view us as stupid. I used to watch them with respect.

But all I can feel now when I look at them is bitterness.

I did not ask to be born into this cruel world. So why are they asking me to lick their feet to show my gratefulness?

I would say I love my parents because it's true. I do not know if it is or it was. Sometimes it is hars to differentiate when I feel this furious.

I wanted us to be the happy family I see. The healthy family with good dynamics that I hear about.

However, that will probably only happens in my mind.

I know it is hard to be parents. But they should not have become a parents if they are going to take it out on their kids.

We are not their emotional punching bags.

This is the one thing I hope our generation leave behind.

Stop treating your kids as retirement plans. They have not even born yet and they already have some worries to think about. If you are going to have some children because you want them to take care of you, news flash, you already failed the step one of being a good parent. Do not bring them into this world expecting them to erase all the hardships you endured.

Get yourself some insurance or retirement plans, instead of having kids please.

Stop expecting them to continue your failed dreams. Let them be their own person with their own dreams and aspirations. Stop micromanaging everything going on in their lives.

Stop using them as emotional punching bags. They are not borne to become your therapist. Deal with your own problems and insecurities. May it be an individual trauma or a relationship related one.

Do not have kids to "save" your marriage. It will not work. You are just bringing kids into a world where their parents look at them as a proof of their failed relationship.

Please just stop bullying your kids. Or if you are just thinking of having one, then please be a good one.