My relationship with my parents is admittedly unusual. They would agree.

I tell them more than they want to hear and vice versa. I'm not really sure how we got to this place, but I wouldn't change a thing. In fact, I can't imagine it any other way. And I'm not just saying that as a cliché.

I observe my friends' relationships with their parents and truly wonder how I could ever have such a reserved relationship with mine. To be fair, though, I'm definitely the odd one out here—others certainly observe my friendship with my parents and wonder how they could ever have such an open relationship with theirs.

I've never been irritated or embarrassed by my parents' attempts to be involved. Almost everyone I know avoids parental involvement as much as possible, especially with regard to personal matters.

For example, anytime I observed my friends' interactions with their parents growing up (and sometimes still), I couldn't help but notice their overt irritation towards their parents' questions. What's worse is the unwarranted embarrassment they would experience when their parents tried to talk to us about our lives—as if their parents aren't "cool enough" to earn this ever-so-exclusive privilege.

I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to everyone who has ever been in my life. If I know something about you, there is about a 99.9% chance that my parents do too.

But this brings me to the best part about being so close with your parents: they're literally garbage disposals for all the gossip you've sworn not to tell anyone but can't hold in, since telling your parents is not telling anyone. They have no one to tell, plus they're biologically obligated to earn and keep their kids' trust.

The thing is, though, my close friends don't care that my parents know their business. Actually, there's a good chance they told them on their own because my friends think of my parents as their friends as well.

I can't be sure whether people are generally more willing to share things with elders other than their parents or if it's something particularly inviting about mine because what most people find bizarre is how much of my own life I'm willing to share with my parents.

And while they're willing to share more with mine than theirs, I'm not willing to share more with theirs than mine. Most people wouldn't dream of telling their mom or dad the things I do. What I do know, though, is that it isn't the case that my parents can easily handle this information because they are careless.

Quite the opposite, they force themselves to digest even the most uncomfortable things a child could say to a parent simply because they care so much. They believe that honesty and trust are essential to a healthy and happy parent-child relationship, and they have always strived for just that. They refuse to let their child become a stranger, and I'm so thankful.

I'll admit, not every parent offers such an open line of communication to their children. When I say I tell my parents everything, I mean it. When I say they take it like champs, I mean it.

And maybe that's why our relationship has become what it has.

I know that no matter what I tell them, they won't judge me. Perhaps this general aversion people seem to have for sharing details with their parents stems from the idea that their parents will judge, punish, or never look at them the same. This is the thing about parents, though: while they are prewired with the drive to protect their children—and therefore find it hard to learn certain details—they are just as prewired to love their children unconditionally.

Take it from someone who has shared the goriest of details... they will.