My parents went thru my stuff-everything from opening my mail and going thru my handbag when I was in the shower. My mom read my diary when I was 14 and was practically laughing about it when she told me, then started crying when I got angry. A few months prior to that I wrote a nasty letter to a classmate, never intending to give it to her, just needed to blow off some steam,no threats or anything like that, my Mom found it, didint say anything to me, gave it to my father, and then one night they sat me down and put me thru the Spanish inquistion for about an hour over that stupid letter. First my dad asked me if I knew anyone named -------. I said yes she goes to my school. My dad asked do you get along with her? I said no not really she dosent like me for some reason and calls me names and tries to get other kids to to do it too. This went on a good 15 minutes- all kinds of questions- What names? Why? Who else? How often?How long? Where? How? Do you call her names back?Who else heard?Do you say anything back to her? When was the last time? Where was the teacher? Why dosent she like you? (I honesly had no idea why she didint like me) There must be a reason why she dosent like you! Tell us why right now!?! By then I was near tears, and then my father pulled the letter out of his pocket and read it aloud. I had never meant for anyone to see it, it had a lot of swearing etc in it, so I was ashamed and humiliated. He read the whole letter, it was less than a page, but by then I was sobbing, and kept saying "Im sorry, I didint mean for anyone to see it" He kept reading the letter, swear words and all.Then, questions about the letter- Why did you call her ----- in the letter? How long ago did you write this? Why did you keep it? where did you write it? and so on. Are SURE you were not going to give it to her? (at least 5 times he asked this) How long were you going to keep it? Why did you use that terrible language? WHY WHY WHY, and so on.After about an hour, the questioning stopped, I had stopped crying, as I was leaving the room something funny came on TV, I laughed a little thru my tears, and my dad turned to my mom and said, "See? She is happier now that we talked about this!" Then turned to me and said, "Right??Right? RIIIGHT??!" I nodded just because I wanted to go to my room and be alone. I knew if I didint agree there would have been more interrogation and I was literally sick to my stomach.My dad thinks I had a perfect childhood. He is of course older now and does not remember this or any of the other verbal/emotional abuse I was put thru as a child.I was supposed to go to religious education that night, but my parents had me stay home, because "you are going to learn something at home tonight" What I learned was that I cannot trust my parents or express my feelings. Was I really expected to be happier after an hour of embarrassing interrogation? I was embarrassed and uncomfortable at home for weeks.