Non Supportive Parents Options

[*My Cinderella.*]

So, are your parents the type that don't appreciate anything that you do? Or don't support what you want to do or be when you grow up? My parents are. They don't support my whole acting idea of a career and want me to do something more "productive". Anyone else feel the same way?

[Jane Doe.]

Mine..are just there. I talk to them because I have to, but even then, they don't know me--let alone support me.

All they wanted me to do is get good grades and to be social and happy. I did none of that. So now, they just want me to be social and go to school. Eh. They really don't know how I think, or what I think--and I have nothing I'd need support from, really..

Well, I'd need their support if I was feeling extremely depressed or something, but they're just insensitive and unintentionally cruel that it's not worth going to them anymore.
I don't know. I fall under the "I've lost touch with my parents and we still live in the same household" category.
Hm. From reading the other replies here, I guess I'd have to add more.

My parents are not supportive in which I do something--a little thing--and they are all over me, congratulating me. I never had the "I just got an A in my World History test!" "Congrats! We love you so much!" but just a simple "Good." or not even caring, really. And that's happened more than a few times. But, then again, when I get those kinds of grades in tests, I just shrug it off as luck..maybe they do the same, who knows.

Hm. My parents weren't close at all, actually. They never were affectionate towards me, they never told me they loved me [I never heard "I love you." until I had seen it on t.v.]. But I was given gifts--and it was usually thrown in my face if I said I didn't feel cared for. "How can you think we don't care about you or don't love you; look at all we bought for you!"
Yeaaaah. Material things don't equate with love.

And even little things like PTA meetings, or open houses, or even a dance recital were just a pain for them to bother coming to. I remember they came to my 5th grade graduation, though. I cried because they were there..I didn't think they'd come. It was nice, I guess.
They were never involved, really. Now they're involved because I stopped going and it caused a big mess. Now they know about my so-called problems because there are others telling them they exist. But even through all of that, they really can't keep from laughing when I tell them how I feel [depressed, anxious, sick, panicky] because they feel I'm making it up. I'm sure they don't even..
Meh. I've thought too much about this and it came off so disorganized. I'll stop typing now.