I was allowed to because no one told me not to, but I was always pretty secretive about it. I didn't have much of a relationship with my mom from the age of 7 until I was about 20, during that time we'd typically talk between two and four times a year. She was curious and asked about me dating after I started high school, I just never told her much. My dad met someone I dated longterm by accident. He was polite to her, but my brother later told me he talked a bunch of shit about her after he met her. Both of my parents liked my wife when we were dating. I kept our relationship from my dad for about a year. My mom was doubtful about our age difference, but she was mostly supportive. My dad was supportive when he thought she was just my friend, but he was upset when he found out were together. He gradually started to like her again, and they always got along great, but he sort of rejected what our relationship actually was. He acted as though we were together out of convince and for our own safety. I think he feels vindicated now that it's over, even though he seemed to like her so much. I don't think my dad will ever be fully supportive of any dating I do or any relationship I'm in, because he doesn't consider me a woman, and he doesn't really consider me a man. If he can't do that he'll probably always be dismissing of my relationships. He can't categorize me or my sexuality the way that he wants to, so he continues to dismiss those things as mental illnesses brought on by one of several "explanations" he gives for my existence. That way, for him, I'm not really anything he doesn't want me to be. I still don't talk about relationships with my parents. I just scream, "I LOVE BEING ALONE" every time I enter a room one of them is in.

They always wanted to know what person it was when I brought them home. At my younger ages I only was interested in other youngsters who were not childish, so pretty much none, later I only had sad crushes, one sided love and never brought those home obviously, much later I had a strong preference to girls who were older than me, which resulted in zero dates too, and later then I brought all my crushes back home into the limited privacy of my room. My mum invented all kinds of tactics to get to know my visitors and often used bringing drinks and snacks as an excuse to enter the room. They almost never commented on my visitors, even when they didn't like them, though in rare cases they brought up the subject later and hinted at their disapproval in soft terms. In general they were delighted when I had a date and tried to support it. Though during my acne years there wasn't much to support.