My own mother. Thanks to her, I had no control over my life during my adolescence. She was obsessed with my participation in school and sports, to the exclusion of all else. She forced me to spend all my free time either practicing my sport, going to club activities, volunteering, or doing homework. No friends, no ability to choose my own hobbies. I quickly came to resent the sport and wanted to quit, but she'd scream, bang on my door, and threaten to take away all of the few privileges I enjoyed unless I gave in.

I was a straight-A student who never did anything wrong. Still, she'd demand I call her every time I went out (even to the grocery store). All my summers were planned for me, without a moment of free time. It was exhausting.

She was also the obnoxious parent who would inappropriately insert herself into school activities, calling coaches and teachers and just generally being a nuisance.

She even made a facebook page, email account, and recruiting profile pretending to be me. She would lie to college coaches, telling the that I was interested in their college and wanted them to come to my games. I had a lot of, um, uncomfortable conversations with many a coach.

She pressured me to take all the hardest classes in school, expected nothing less than As, and when our conversations weren't about sports they were about college. We visited so many colleges. I had to apply to 14 schools. I chose to attend one as far away from her as possible.

Anyway, my household was a war zone because she was so uncompromising and insensitive to the needs of others. There was always something more I could be doing and she would see to it that I did what she wanted. This response would be way too long if I tried to detail all the insane things she would do on a daily basis "for my own good."

Thanks to my mother's helicopter parenting, I completely burned-out by my junior year of high school and became super depressed and apathetic. I also dealt with cutting and an eating disorder. to cope and kept it from everyone. I lacked the emotional resources to deal with my situation. It was fucked up.

...Mother doesn't always know best.