My memory of this isn’t perfect, as no adult’s is. But I do have some recollection of being a teenager and pushing boundaries while being scared that I might push too far, and wondering what might happen then. I had some faith that my parents, while enforcing rules that seemed stricter than for other teens I knew, would not let that happen.
I think that the parts you highlighted, with the child’s disappointment and escalation every time mom said “meh, OK,” is that child’s way of saying “you were supposed to say that I’m perfect as I am and don’t ever need to change that. Why aren’t you saying that? Why are you letting me drive this car?”
No one was born with goth makeup or blue gender-hair. While we may experiment with identity, our parents remember the day we came into the world as bald and naked as anyone else, and need to be a reminder that no matter how far we stray from ourselves we can always go back to what’s realer than real. That person was born and exists and was never wrong no matter what they superficially mess around with.
First post here, so I hope this is the appropriate circle.
I really feel for the mother here. She's trying her best to be "supportive" of her daughter's choices, but these bits really stood out to me.
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The comments are more or less what you'd expect, with a slew of deleted ones of course, but I was surprised to see this comment still standing.