Probably don't want to get me started.
We had to ask "may I be excused" before leaving the dinner table. It wasn't to raise polite kids, it was all about control.
We couldn't wear shoes in the house and I don't either. Strangely. But! We also couldn't go barefoot. Had to wear slippers. I'm always barefoot at home unless it's cold. And I own no slippers, I utilize slipper socks.
Also if we were actually released from the yard, we had to "check in." Sometimes it was every 10 minutes. Control. Control. Control.
I wasn't able to join any groups ect. Of coarse I wanted to be in the Brownie's, Girl Scouts etc. It was the thing. I was allowed one meeting and then I noted my mother standing at the door backlit by the light like Dirty Harry in the Sudden Impact movie. Interestingly filmed in Santa Cruz. I walked over to her and she started berating me "what goes on here, I don't like what I'm seeing." What she didn't like was her possession interacting with other's and out of her control. I never was allowed to go back.