This started when I was nineteen and stopped dancing. My life started to focus less on being on my house, on the internet or dancing. I socialized, made a lot of friends in school and started going out to cafes, to the movies, to the clubs, etc.

My parents are VERY strict, and overly dramma about everything. They don't like visits to the house and they get angry when someone shows up at my house to see me and I don't "announce" it beforehand. At first I thought because of the mess the house could have, or food or drinks to offer to the visit... but as the years went by I understood they just DONT like other people around...they dont have ANY friends but I do, so I started seeing my friends on their houses or other places.

Then they didn't want to let me go out. They were angry if I was just a tiny wee minutes past curfew... even though I was the only one of my friends dropping out of the parties early, I respected the rules. Even though I had friends YOUNGER than me, I missed a lot of parties, events, birthdays, roadtrips... and I was always the one getting ridiculous reprimands. When I was trying my best living my youth and following the rules.

Then I started to realize they want to CONTROL everything in my life: the way I talk, the way I dress, the career I studied, the money I spend, the food I eat, the tv programs I see, the way I act... Im sorry but at 20 I want to be my own individual, making my own mistakes and living MY LIFE.

I started to spend a lot of time with my friends after school... we just eate together and watched TV and hang out without alcohol or anything my parents wouldn't aprove of... and came home at 7pm with my parents histeric and angry that I didn't want to be all day everyday inside my house (even when sometimes I had homework). My brother sometimes doesnt even come to the house til the next morning... but he's a "man" so he can do it...

Fast forward and now Im 23... My boyfriend got sick of my control freakness and my angry all-the-time-for-everything attitude... I was becoming my parents... I dont want that...

In july 25th I was in a carcrash that left me with two vertebrae broken L4 and L5 I had a major spinal fusion and I was bedridden 2 months... Im just starting to work with the help of a walker or stroller (i dont know how to translate it). The accident WAS NOT my fault, the girl driving was an idiot and was texting... I warned her to pull over so I could get out of the car when it happened.

My parents now use that excuse to see that it was MY FAULT I had this accident 'cause I didn't follow their rules of staying in the house with a ball and chain. They took care of me this whole time and they don't want me to get out of the house if it isnt with them... not even to buy some chips and soda with a friend or with my boyfriend... They say I only want to be in parties and that I should be thinking in getting mature and not going to parties or anything... EXCUSE me? I work, I have a college diploma, I dont do drugs, Im not pregnant, I always try to make them proud and I just cant! Im only 23 I dont have to be thinking on getting married right now, I just want to OWN my life!!!

What kind of life do they want me to live? One where I am encarcerated the WHOLE time??? My friends refer to me as the princess of the tower... cause I always have problems with my parents.

I wanted to get out of the house, I told them several times before and they said we could talk it out and change... they are not going to change. I feel really bad because I love them dearly and I am really GRATEFUL for helping me recover and making me a good human being that is now a kindergarten teacher... I REALLY appreciate their support and Im really sad I want to get out of my home

I just cant take it anymore, this is no life... I wanted to get out by the end of the month but I need to get a little better (at least walk again normally). I feel really ashamed guys like im backstabbing my parents but today my dad even reprimand me for my pijama... IM 23...

I was thinking of writing them a letter... but they are gonna TOTALLY freak out when I get out of the house... even call the police or something, Mexico is very traditionalist and this is not seen as "good or proper" so they are gonna be really disappointed... How can I do this as smooth as possible? Im desperate I cry because Im sad it had to take this to finally live my life... am so dependant of them, and I really love them, it breaks my heart that im gonna hurt them

Please help me, how can I do this as smooth as possible, have u been through something similar?

hugs from Mexico