Privacy? What's that? (Long read)
As you may know, I am still living with my parents. Here recently, my mother has been home 24/7, because she decided to quit her job. Since she is back home to be the "housewife" and take care of things, she's cleaning everything and washing every bit of laundry she can find. You can probably see where this is leading, though I assure you it's not as far as you think it is...
I am paying my parents rent. Why? Because I'm 24 years old with a college degree and I'm earning some income. In reality, I pay way more for my boarding than I should. I have a 12-foot by 15-foot bedroom with a rather large closet. Utilities are all included in my rent, sans internet access.
Since I have such a small room and very little storage space, I have found the best place to keep my "things" is under the mattress of my bed. Yes, I know that's sort of a bad place, but it's the most logical. I keep everything nice and folded, and arranged such that it doesn't make a large "lump" in the mattress, and it's all pushed back far enough that a stray bra strap wont be hanging over the edge of the boxspring.
Today was sheet-washing day, apparently. I got a phone call at work from my mother, asking me to stop by my grandmother's to pick up the sheets. I guess she had taken them there to dry while my father was fixing our broken clothes dryer. When I got home, Mom informed me that I had also picked up my own sheets, and that they were in the bag with everything else. Cue panic.
Let me rewind a page or two here for a minute: Last night, after Mom and Dad had gone to bed, I pulled my posture bra out and proceeded to put it on. Anyone who has worn one of those things before knows it's not really an easy task to put it on, as it's a front hook bra with 8 rows of hooks, and it fits rather snug. I sat here, with my door closed, trying to put the stupid thing on, and just as I got the last hook together, I heard the bathroom door close. Cue panic. Quickly, I positioned the bra and laid the straps flat, then threw my shirt back on. I heard the bathroom door open, and the footsteps came towards my door. Knock knock. The door opened and I quickly leaned forward to keep the 34C cups from making my shirt billow out. Mom had to ask me what time I was heading in to work in the morning, even though I had discussed it with both her and Dad earlier in the evening. She kinda gave me a weird look while she was standing in my doorway, and the best I can figure is that a) she saw the front of the bra (somehow), or b) she saw the outline of the straps on my shoulders. Not a word was said, though, and she went on back to bed.
Fast forward a little to this evening. I sat here at the computer, reading up on the cd'ers.com forums, and in walks Dad. I had a couple windows open with different threads, and he walks over and stands behind me for a second. I know he was looking at what was on my screen, even though I had it covered up with other windows, because he kinda stuttered and wouldn't go away. He had me look at other things that forced me to slightly uncover the windows I was trying to hide. After he finally left my room, I heard him mumble something to Mom.
Now, back to the sheets... After I got home and Mom told me that my sheets had been washed, one of the first things I did was sneak a peek under my mattress to see if anything had been moved. It had. My bras were all stacked side-by-side and folded nice and neat before I left. When I got home, they were all pulled into a pile, closer to the edge of the mattress. :mad:
I have never discussed my desire to wear women's underwear, nor my justification for it, with my parents. They're very closed-minded and old-fashioned. While I agree with them on 99% of the things that come up in life, the one thing that they don't have the same ideas as I do about is crossdressing. I personally believe that gender should not dictate what sort of garments you wear, nor should one associate crossdressing with homosexuality. Women wear mens clothes all the time (flannel shirts, boxers, etc.), and nobody says "Look at that lesbian." It's accepted by our lopsided culture for women to wear mens clothing (look at the Hanes catalog sometime), but not vice versa.
My parents (and the rest of my family) are of the mindset that crossdressing = homosexuality. I highly disagree with them, but they never really do accept that as my beliefs. Sure, there is occasionally a bit of sexual reason behind my dressing, but that's never anything remotely near me having a desire to have sexual relations with other males. That's not my game, it never has been, and as far into the future I can see it never will be.
Back to the topic... What gives anyone the right to just walk into my room? What gives anyone the right to snoop through my things? Doesn't $300 per month for renting a small room give me enough leverage to not have to ask that my stuff be left alone, or that people knock before they enter my room?
Don't get me wrong here. I love my parents to death. My dad is one of the most talented men I know when it comes to problem solving, construction, and cars. He's gained scads of experience in his life, and I love learning from him all I can. My mom is likewise very smart and experienced in many areas of life, and she's always got some sort of important advice for anything I do. I love both of them, and I'm glad they are a close part of my life.
I need my time, though. I know that a day is going to come where I wont be able to rely on them for everything, that Mom wont be able to just come wash my sheets for me, or Dad wont be able to walk into the room and have me look something up for him. Because of that, I do need to spend time with them, but I also need to be able to do things on my own. I love everything they do for me, and it is very appreciated, but I just need that little bit of personal time and breathing space.
Originally Posted by Trina82
(military term for wooden suit case)in the trunk, I would go too a friends house to dress, he was a cd also, shortly after I moved out and got married, talk about no privacy ,wow. Like the others said, get out and be your own person, the sooner the better, but still love your parents, I lost mine long before they should have passed on, and I never got to tell them, Love Charolette, the way to freedom is yours only to decide
Seriously dude, 24+sheepskin+job = it's time to get your own place. 
No matter how old you are or how much rent you pay your parents will still think of you as about 10yo. You need to leave the nest.
