And another thing -
Sep. 21st, 2006 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgGoing to the dentist this week?
Means I got to read some really fiiiine Ladies Home Journal while in the waiting room.
I read this one story about the parents who teenager "just never came home." I mean, she had therapy in town, three hours away by train and so forth and so on? Yabbity yab yab?
And they went on...and on...AND ON. She just skipped school and *swoons* -
Okay.
The topper? She'd fallen into this exotic teen subculture!
Wait for it.
..
Uh, MySpace.com.
You can imagine how hard it was not to burst out laughing and toss the damn thing across the room. I mean, really.
Access to the internet and doing something pretty normal (at least, as far as I can see?), like finding people who wanted to spend time with her, experimenting (okay, not in a safe fashion, but HELLO) with identity and so on? Those are the issues - not the existence of MySpace.
I guess I can scratch one thing off the list of things I have to worry about when my kids are teens. I don't have any illusions about where they can find people to hook up with that Mummy Doesn't Know Herself. Or why they'd go looking.
And any kid who needs therapy that can't be found within a 20 - 30 min drive? That's serious stuff. You go to those therapy sessions, too. Keep them to a minimum, get the work done and get out of there. Kids in this much trouble don't get left to their own devices 100% of the time. That's not snooping - that's a clear indicator that something is broken in the relationship, and needs attention on BOTH sides.
A minor child under the age is 18 is still a child. Expect them to act like adults with training wheels and gee, don't be surprised if that's exactly what you end up with. OH, and BTW? You don't have to be into everything the kids are? But it helps if you at least know your kids and enjoy being a part of their lives.
Teenage sub-culture, my foot....
Means I got to read some really fiiiine Ladies Home Journal while in the waiting room.
I read this one story about the parents who teenager "just never came home." I mean, she had therapy in town, three hours away by train and so forth and so on? Yabbity yab yab?
And they went on...and on...AND ON. She just skipped school and *swoons* -
Okay.
The topper? She'd fallen into this exotic teen subculture!
Wait for it.
..
Uh, MySpace.com.
You can imagine how hard it was not to burst out laughing and toss the damn thing across the room. I mean, really.
Access to the internet and doing something pretty normal (at least, as far as I can see?), like finding people who wanted to spend time with her, experimenting (okay, not in a safe fashion, but HELLO) with identity and so on? Those are the issues - not the existence of MySpace.
I guess I can scratch one thing off the list of things I have to worry about when my kids are teens. I don't have any illusions about where they can find people to hook up with that Mummy Doesn't Know Herself. Or why they'd go looking.
And any kid who needs therapy that can't be found within a 20 - 30 min drive? That's serious stuff. You go to those therapy sessions, too. Keep them to a minimum, get the work done and get out of there. Kids in this much trouble don't get left to their own devices 100% of the time. That's not snooping - that's a clear indicator that something is broken in the relationship, and needs attention on BOTH sides.
A minor child under the age is 18 is still a child. Expect them to act like adults with training wheels and gee, don't be surprised if that's exactly what you end up with. OH, and BTW? You don't have to be into everything the kids are? But it helps if you at least know your kids and enjoy being a part of their lives.
Teenage sub-culture, my foot....
