When it came to supporting my hobbies or interests, my parents where sh-t. I remember my dad getting mad at me for some petting reason and grabbing a pile of my books and throwing them across the room. Once I had my best books displayed on the floor and my mom walked back. She was indifferent and instead of walking around the books, she stepped on them as she went by. Seriously, my parents were never great. My dad passed away years ago and I honestly don't miss him. The bad memories outweigh the good. Not on good talking terms with my Mom either. No, their attitudes towards my hobbies were not the cause of our rift, but it didn't help either.