My parents wouldn't let me get my license when I was 16, they felt it was a distraction from school so wouldn't, I begged to be allowed to and was not an irresponsible teen grand scheme so it didn't feel fair. My dad bought me a drivers training book when I was 17 so i could study then found out that my mum bought me one as a gift so I wasn't allowed to say I had one-- so naturally she didn't give me said gift until I was 19 but by then i actually was too busy to drop everything to focus on driving (which she knew tbh). I ended up beginning the graduated license programme at like 20, by that point I'd actually had a car for two years since my grandmother had willed me hers. When people came by and commented on the car my parents both said that for some reason i just didn't want to drive-- and that i hadn't felt emotionally ready with the responsibility to learn... which was like wtf.

To this day (I'm married now and living in a different city-- paying higher insurance premiums than I would have had I started driving when I wanted to), my parents regale people with stories about how I was a strange child and for some reason never wanted to drive, that they had to push me to try driving and I never once seemed interested-- which is simply bs.

When i get annoyed and call them out on this they conveniently forget any of the dozen or so times I asked, the time when I even tried to book my own test but they made me cancel it. They just love the punchline "you would have thought owning a car would have lit a fire, but no-- she's just different"

... same applies to going to school abroad (allegedly they offered me schools from all over and I chose the one conveniently 30min away-- when no... they forbade me from applying to any that would have me staying in residence-- I had taken an internationally recognised programme so could have easily applied anywhere in the world-- and while many friends moved to London and Tokyo... I spent 2hrs on a bus each way to go a city over.)
...or piercings (literal a decade of my life asking to get my ears pierced, never being allowed to and hearing them say 'I guess she's just squeamish about needles'... I literally would buy earrings when I would travel with the intention if wearing them only for my mum to refuse to allow me to get them pierced 'so the holes dont sag' since I always was drawn to hoop earrings)

They say history is written by the victors-- nah, it's written by helicopter parents who realise now that their parenting style is looked down on so really want to sound better than they were.

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