My new therapist and I were just discussing this. It's amazing how adults underestimate what kids know, think, and observe. I wonder if they forget that we are human.
It was even more confusing when I would think just this, only to have my father turn around and say "what, you think I don't remember what it was like when I was your age"? Well, if he did, he mustn't have minded being treated like an idiot...though I doubt he did. I know he projected a lot of his own family issues onto me, especially his jealousy for his brother, who was the first born (like I am) in a Maltese family, meaning that no matter how big of a loser the first born grows into, he is still the favorite, despite my father becoming a 'success' in the eyes of society. To his father, he never even got a mention in the will.
I can understand why he is so messed up, and have empathized with him in the past, but enough is enough. If he isn't willing to face his demons and work through his issues, like I have had to, then I won't subject myself to his crap.
Once though, when my son was getting his license, I expressed my concern. He thought it meant I didn't think he could do it. Just as a mom, you want to protect your children.
I think that is a bit different.
My parents both did this to me, though it wasn't because they wanted to protect me, it was clearly because neither of them trusted me as being competent...and had their own control issues. My father insisted that I give him all my money that I was happily saving myself one time, so I wouldn't spend it, which made me feel like he didn't trust me with it. As it turns out, my mother stole it all to feed her $2 pokie habit. The money would have been safe if I had just not agreed to letting him "keep it safe" for me.
I remember when my dad thoroughly broke my heart. It was in my 20's when I discovered he did not have my best interests at heart. I'll, unfortunately, never forget that.
I'll never forget it either...ever. I knew he didn't have my best interests at heart, and neither of them really cared about me, beyond the superficial worrying if I don't call regularly, in my late teens, but I started to fool myself in my late twenties, and did not fully accept it until I was in my late thirties.