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I’ve been at my parents house for half an hour. The TV is SO loud. It is SO hot. Every light is on. My teenager and I are both in sensory overload already.
My dad keeps trying to join in the conversation but can’t hear us over the freaking loud football game he’s also watching. We did ask him to turn it down and he did just a tiny bit. |
Your parents need hearing aids |
Turn it down yourself. I hate a loud TV. |
| OP I sympathize! My grandmothers house used to be this 90 degrees of super dry heat. It was instant headache! |
| OP, you are a cruel child. Your parents do what they need to do because of failing abilities. HOw do you not understand this? My own hearing is starting to go. My vision is corrected, of course, but worthless on its own. Why do you think you are so privileged that you can come ere to crowdsource and complain? HELP THEM! |
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OP here you don’t know me at all. I care for my parents an extraordinary amount. My father has health issues that I help my mom manage. He’s just rude and won’t turn the TV off when people come over and visit. And when people are trying to have a conversation he turns the volume UP and then gets mad he’s left out of the conversation |
Yeah, I walk in to the house and turn off the TV . It goes back on eventually but everyone knows that I come in and look for the remote while giving out hugs.
My parents are in a new house and I’m nervous about going there on Tuesday since the TV is in a very central place in a smaller home. |
| My ILs house also has the TV on plus iPads going at the same time, but is exceptionally cold. And we sleep in the basement which has very little insulation. I love my flannel pajamas. |
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Yes! The overly hot, overly loud house. And the parents shiffle around baffled why we are so uncomfortable after I say, Mom,it's hot in here and I can't hear you over all the TVs that are turned on.
It's almost funny when I'm not there. |
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We boomers said this about our parents, and your kids will say it about you.
You’ll see. Life gets you. Have some grace. |
Yup. Every Christmas I traveled 350 miles home to a blaring TV and freezing house. My parents have been gone more than 10 years now and I wish I could be back there just one more Christmas. |
| Nope. I now stay at the closest Marriott. Sorry, not sorry. |