I've met plenty of people who understand me on HIVE, but a part of your post made me long for a child hood that I never really felt I had. It was so perfectly articulated by the book that I'm reading at the moment.
"So you'll help me if I can show I don't actually need you?"
The clock stopped with this statement, and it is something that I have never asked my Mother, but exactly how I have always felt. Inspiration for another post, merely based on your line:
Your parents should understand you of course
I suspect we were both the first highly educated people of our lines - and with that education comes a disjointed understanding. Not to probe intellectual "elitism" and ivory towers (fun fact, my first domain name ever involved those two words) - but it is hard to relate to those who do not seem to operate upon the same level as oneself.
It is possible, of course, to adapt our communication styles, but it never feels sincere to sacrifice the deeper, more profound intent of an idea or statement. It feels like you're not giving it the impact it deserves.
Rambling back towards your post. Women save so many men. From themselves. From their delusions, from their frustrations, from their ambitions. We are better thanks to them, and we learn from them every single day.
I'm envious on your five year head start you have over me, but I'll just have to do some more catching up by having the women in my life continue to save me. From myself :)