My mother was exactly like this! So I did what I could to have whatever control over my body and sadly it wasn't good. Let your kids wear silly clothing and get stupid hair cuts.
I don't like my doctor, and I need to find a new one. Which is a sucky journey, even suckier than, like, buying a mattress. And buying a mattress is a journey into Hell. INTO HELL. Anyway. Have a nice day. Buy my books or I explode, like the bus from Speed.