<p>I'm out of college now, and live a happy life, but I'm posting to this forum b/c I get bouts of depression about my upbringing and the control I was under even during college years.</p>
<p>My parents came from India. My dad was very controlling, antisocial, and physically and verbally abusive to my mom, sister, and me while growing up. I was supposed to grow up just like I was in India. I was hardly allowed to go out at night, had to be home early, not allowed to talk to boys, not allowed to go to any dances (even prom), not allowed to go to my HS grad party <em>at school</em>.</p>
<p>Even though I got to go out of state for college, the control continued. Since he wasn't there to watch, I finally had some freedom and went out at night, went to concerts, etc. However, everything I did was behind my father's back. I wasn't even supposed to be out late (meaning like past 9 PM), and not even allowed to go out of town with friends, since my dad thought that even college kids were not old enough to be driving on highways or out of town. When we went out of town, I was not allowed to take the wheel. My dad was a total weirdo freak. </p>
<p>I was not allowed to study abroad (not for financial reasons, but for reasons of overprotectiveness). I was not allowed to go anywhere but home for school break. I never went on spring break or vacations with my friends. What I've desribed is just the half of it.</p>
<p>I dared not stand up to him b/c of fear of him taking it out on my mom & sister. I just hid everything from him and never told my friends about my horrible home life. When I went home, I wasn't allowed to do anything on new year's eve, not allowed to go out of town, had to be in by 9 pm, and spent half the time in my room since my dad wasn't speaking to any of us and it was just too awkward in our tiny house being around him.</p>
<p>Due to my very restricted upbringing in a small town, and my HS 'friends' ridiculing me b/c of it, college is where I formed my first meaningful friendships. However, I never told anybody about how horrible my father was, or about the control or restrictions, and that <em>all</em> the fun I was having, just normal college stuff, was behind his back. I now wonder, if I had told everyone all this, that I was not really allowed to do anything, that I lived like a child when I went home on school break, that my dad was a total antisocial freak, would those friends still have liked me? Would they have continued to be friends with me, or just thought that I was too much of a freako reject, like I think of myself? I feel like I deceived all these nice people, my first real friends, into being friends with me, and I get really upset about it now, years later.</p>
<p>I also get upset b/c I feel like I'm the only person in the world who has been through this. On the off chance that anyone else has been through this, I'd like to hear your story.</p>
<p>As current college students, what do you think? Would you still be friends with someone who was under severe restrictions and lived a pathetic home life, but who was able to party and hang with you behind her parents' backs at school? I'd like some honest feedback. Thanks.</p>