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Dear Carolyn: I got my dream job last year and moved to New York City. I found a decent place to live with three compatible roommates and I’m figuring things out and loving life. My parents, on the other hand, are miserable. They live only a few hours away in a small town and think I am going to get killed or robbed living where I do. They can’t accept that I can take care of myself.
They call me every day. I answer when I can, but it’s not always convenient. Sometimes I’m asleep, sometimes it’s too early, and sometimes I’m just busy and don’t want to talk to them or anyone else for that matter. When I don’t answer, they immediately call my roommates, one after another. Then my roommates end up waking me or texting me to call my parents so they stop freaking out.
I understand my parents’ being nervous, but it’s been nine months now and they’re always calling about something unimportant that can wait. It’s so embarrassing to explain to my roommates why my parents are calling them about me when I’m almost 25. I’ve asked my parents to stop but they say they can’t, so I told my roommates to block my parents’ numbers.
Yesterday when I called my mom back, she was sobbing, saying my dad almost had a heart attack when they couldn’t get a hold of any of us. He wanted to call the police. I tried to talk to him, but he was too mad at me to take my call. I don’t know what to do. I want to live my life, but I hate upsetting them this way.
— Check-in Trap
Check-in Trap: You are not “upsetting them.” You are an adult living a typically safe, typical adult life that — literally! — millions of other typical people are typically safely living. By that I mean, not entirely without risk, but with the kind of risks everyone assumes by living.
So your parents are upsetting themselves with hysteria and unchecked ignorance. They also are demonstrating a need for either psychological care or political deprogramming. Or both.
Do they know? Your chance of being murdered today in New York City is roughly 1 in 8 million. (Over the past 10 years, it’s had anywhere from 292 to 488 homicides per year, in a population of over 8 million.) Even one is tragic, yes, but also statistically freaking rare. Which is the scientific term, by the way.
I am sorry your parents are doing this to you. And to themselves and your roommates. And soon to the cops. But these next steps are necessary:
1. Make exactly one (1) clear, kind, nonnegotiable statement of intent: “Mom, Dad. I love you and hear your worry. But your fear is not rational and panicked calls aren’t acceptable. Millions live in New York — literally! They survive it.” I mean, explain the real estate prices otherwise … “so I will not indulge your fear anymore. I won’t discuss my safety. I will call to check in every _____.” Whatever time interval you can manage.
I suggest once per week to start. Break their false-assurance-feedback dependency. Then: “I will block your numbers in between; email me with anything time-sensitive. If it is not time-sensitive, then I will respond in my next scheduled call.” You may need a friend to skim those emails for you at first. “If you send the cops after me for living my life, then you will train them not to come if there ever is an emergency. So don’t. I have people here looking out for me.”
2. Understand the problem is way bigger than phone blocking. Sobbing? “Heart attack?” Nine months of daily panic about one of the most popular hometowns on Earth? But it’s not your job to fix your parents. The blocking is merely to break the panic circuit and create space, which is your job. Effective, but simplistic.
3. In that space you give yourself, it’s also on you to build emotional health. They’ve conditioned you to appease them, so you may need therapeutic support just to take that first step of blocking. There is no shame in that; it’ll be a flat-out grueling first few weeks as your parents (over) react. A therapist might be the appropriate guide, not to mention the outlet you want, if your roommates have had enough.
You moved to a city that terrifies your parents just to think about, so never minimize your own courage. You’re also justifying to us, strangers, why you don’t pick up every single one of these unhinged calls — so also never minimize how effectively your parents guilt-mapped your brain. It’s a lot to navigate just as you’re “figuring things out and loving life.” Meaning, you gave yourself some crucial healthy distance by moving away; now get some help with the rest.
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They call me every day. I answer when I can, but it’s not always convenient. Sometimes I’m asleep, sometimes it’s too early, and sometimes I’m just busy and don’t want to talk to them or anyone else for that matter. When I don’t answer, they immediately call my roommates, one after another. Then my roommates end up waking me or texting me to call my parents so they stop freaking out.
I understand my parents’ being nervous, but it’s been nine months now and they’re always calling about something unimportant that can wait. It’s so embarrassing to explain to my roommates why my parents are calling them about me when I’m almost 25. I’ve asked my parents to stop but they say they can’t, so I told my roommates to block my parents’ numbers.
Yesterday when I called my mom back, she was sobbing, saying my dad almost had a heart attack when they couldn’t get a hold of any of us. He wanted to call the police. I tried to talk to him, but he was too mad at me to take my call. I don’t know what to do. I want to live my life, but I hate upsetting them this way.
— Check-in Trap
Check-in Trap: You are not “upsetting them.” You are an adult living a typically safe, typical adult life that — literally! — millions of other typical people are typically safely living. By that I mean, not entirely without risk, but with the kind of risks everyone assumes by living.
So your parents are upsetting themselves with hysteria and unchecked ignorance. They also are demonstrating a need for either psychological care or political deprogramming. Or both.
Do they know? Your chance of being murdered today in New York City is roughly 1 in 8 million. (Over the past 10 years, it’s had anywhere from 292 to 488 homicides per year, in a population of over 8 million.) Even one is tragic, yes, but also statistically freaking rare. Which is the scientific term, by the way.
I am sorry your parents are doing this to you. And to themselves and your roommates. And soon to the cops. But these next steps are necessary:
1. Make exactly one (1) clear, kind, nonnegotiable statement of intent: “Mom, Dad. I love you and hear your worry. But your fear is not rational and panicked calls aren’t acceptable. Millions live in New York — literally! They survive it.” I mean, explain the real estate prices otherwise … “so I will not indulge your fear anymore. I won’t discuss my safety. I will call to check in every _____.” Whatever time interval you can manage.
I suggest once per week to start. Break their false-assurance-feedback dependency. Then: “I will block your numbers in between; email me with anything time-sensitive. If it is not time-sensitive, then I will respond in my next scheduled call.” You may need a friend to skim those emails for you at first. “If you send the cops after me for living my life, then you will train them not to come if there ever is an emergency. So don’t. I have people here looking out for me.”
2. Understand the problem is way bigger than phone blocking. Sobbing? “Heart attack?” Nine months of daily panic about one of the most popular hometowns on Earth? But it’s not your job to fix your parents. The blocking is merely to break the panic circuit and create space, which is your job. Effective, but simplistic.
3. In that space you give yourself, it’s also on you to build emotional health. They’ve conditioned you to appease them, so you may need therapeutic support just to take that first step of blocking. There is no shame in that; it’ll be a flat-out grueling first few weeks as your parents (over) react. A therapist might be the appropriate guide, not to mention the outlet you want, if your roommates have had enough.
You moved to a city that terrifies your parents just to think about, so never minimize your own courage. You’re also justifying to us, strangers, why you don’t pick up every single one of these unhinged calls — so also never minimize how effectively your parents guilt-mapped your brain. It’s a lot to navigate just as you’re “figuring things out and loving life.” Meaning, you gave yourself some crucial healthy distance by moving away; now get some help with the rest.
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1. Contact a lawyer and have them help you draft a pre-emptive report to the local precinct informing them that you have a stalker who has threatened to harass you via the cops and that you do not need any welfare checks, thank you. It may be a good idea to get something in writing and notarized.
2. The next time the parents try some bullshit claim of "Dad almost gave himself a heart attack" (lol, no) immediately hang up the phone, call 911, and tell them that your parents have informed you that your father is having a heart attack, no you don't know why they didn't call 911 themselves but here is the address. Call their fucking bluff.
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But treating it as if it's not a bluff works fine either way; react by being genuinely worried for their health and refuse to discuss anything other than whether they've seen a doctor about it.
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Captain Awkward also has addressed this exact question as well.
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My mother once called police and tried to file a missing persons report on me when I was 15? 16? 17?
because I had gone to visit a friend, and my mother had assumed (without asking or discussing it with me at all) that I would be home before the sun set, and I actually got home at night around 8pm/9pm/10pm (I went to see a film)
the police told her that she had to wait 24 hours
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This is dangerous in the other direction - if you actually have a reason to think somebody is missing (not just because a kid or young adult is out late) then the police are obligated to take that seriously right off the bat.
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either the rules have changed
or the 24 hours rule doesn't apply if the person in question
is eg 12 years old or less
has dementia
has just been in hospital for medical issues
etc
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And since they were right, great, all's well that ends well, but in principle I'm not really a fan of police making up their own rules or breaking the ones that actually exist. (Even if, really, an adolescent who is a few hours later coming home than expected is virtually always totally fine.)
It may have been better if they'd followed procedure and then came down on your parents for filing an obviously false report. Or anyway, I'd prefer that in principle.
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At the same age, I almost got the police called on me for being 30 minutes late home from school (substitute bus driver missed my stop and I had to walk, pre-cell phones), but fortunately I came walking up the driveway while my mother was still on the phone with the school.
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"look, I will send you a single thumbs-up emoji every morning when I am commuting to work so that you know I'm okay, and I will NOT answer the phone if it's not a good time for me to talk"
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And when we had gone off to uni we were not in constant contact either - one phone per residence block, payphones near the dining hall I think. A weekly letter maybe.
Parents survived then, I daresay they will now.
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My wife had to tell her that if she had gotten that hysterical that perhaps she needed to seek help. That she needed to talk with someone who might help her navigate these big feelings. And that she should maybe also talk to someone about how her father manipulates those feelings to get her to do what she wants (be hysterical for several hours)
It is the only time she has stood up to her parents. She was 48 when she did it. And they have never spoken about it again.
If LW doesn't stand up for herself now she will have them do this all her life. They might do it anyway, but she doesn't have to be a willing participant. She can hang up the phone and they can make each other anxious on their own.