How did you old guys get through the teenage years?
brianetz1
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Holy crap i think i want to just choke my son out right now......
how did you guys get through the general ass holeishness, refusing to do work around the house, refusing to do well in school, and being a *** without wanting to just beat the holy heck out of him?
I don't know how much more of this i can take.
how did you guys get through the general ass holeishness, refusing to do work around the house, refusing to do well in school, and being a *** without wanting to just beat the holy heck out of him?
I don't know how much more of this i can take.
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There is soooo much a kid can get into today, and it is real hard to be a parent. Stiff upper lip and a stiff drink when they aren't around.
I really do feel for you, and advice is like appendages, we all have them.
we've tried groudning, taking things away, making him pay for things, checking his every last step, doting on him about everything, covering for him and helping him do the things last minute, being less hard on him in the hopes that he steps up on his own.
i honestly don't know what to do anymore.
I really didnt imagine you being old enough for a teenage son Brian... crazy!
Aj
2. already done
3. probably coming at this point
4. i do that, but still want to choke him
5. i know this, but its hard when 1 year ago today this was not an issue and he had his sights set on goign to ole miss or mizzou and tryign to walk on the football team and now we are looking at community college all the way
6. i wish this was the issue.....i really do. but its not. I drank like a fish in high school and dabbled in drugs. I work at a high school and have been trained in the tell tale signs. i have access to a breathalyzer and have used it. the last step is to have him piss tested, which might be coming to rule that out
7. I do, but i still want to choke him.
thanks for the advice though.....i needed the #5 point.
Hopefully it's just a rough patch and he'll come around like I did. Having a shitty job always helps put things in perspective too.
You can only step aside, hand him the keys to the car, and watch him crash. We've all crashed and survived and eventually come to the realization Dad was right.
Graduated with honors with a Bachelor of Science, years later.
My son was that kid. Graduated about 167 out of a class of about 180. Dead bottom of his HS class. Graduated with Highest Honors in Pre-med, is now a doctor.
They're little sh!theads at that age.
Always be honest. Never cover for him, and be sure you let him know you'll never, ever cover for him. No work? No food!
OK, you have to feed him, but everything else, and I mean everything, is a privilege. Your job is not to make him like you, it is to make him into a responsible adult that can function with others. That means if he's not part of the team, he enjoys NO rewards that the other team members, who earned their way, get to enjoy. Remember though, prolonged punishment just becomes a condition of life.
I thought it would never end, but stuck to my guns. It took a few years, but one day my son came to me and told me this story:
"Dad, when I was stationed at Camp Casey, after I made E-5, I had this new kid that was driving me crazy in my unit. I was responsible for him, and he would not do one dam n thing that I wanted him to. I ended up in a counseling session with him, writing up a counseling statement, and in the middle of what I was saying it suddenly occurred to me, 'Wow, all those years my Dad was giving me this great advice, and I was just thinking "blow it out your a$$", and I realized, I've become my Dad"
This is your goal. Good luck, have faith, always tell the truth to him, and do the right thing. My heart goes out to you. It's one of the hardest things in life.
It's the stark change that is throwing me for a loop that I don't know how to handle, and the lack of understanding. Why is he a model kid outside of those 2 things? What happened?
I took out $20, which was a lot, since we were living on about $700 a month while I was in college, and he was in HS, and let him take the truck out for pizza. When he got back, we talked about being 15. It's a time when the only thing that really really matters is peer acceptance. I told him that he was not going to believe what I was about to say, but that in ten years or so, all the people whose opinions meant so much to him right now, would be memories. Maybe one or two guys would still be in touch, and even they would probably have very different lives than him. Also, most of the guys that he envied the most, whose opinions were the most important right now, would probably still be living in the same bedroom in their parents house, driving that same "new" car that they got when they turned 16.
Something to think about, along the same lines, is that public school can be very very hard for bright children. Everything is geared to teach to the lowest common denominator, and kids that stand out are "brainiacs", "dorks", in short, brown-nosers, little goody-two-shoes to be scorned by the really "in" kids.
And, there can be some serious bullying. Your son needs to understand, every rapist, every murderer, every psychopath and sociopath is still there with him, in his class probably in charge and terrorizing both their fellow students and teachers. Every little thug that is going to end up spending most of their life behind bars, has committed their special crime yet. It's coming, but right now, your son has to deal with this scum, because they haven't yet been recognized, and they are the ones to fear. Much more than teachers, or parents.
If you haven't met a burr bench... it is filth. PEON work. My daughter realized it and has shaped up.
It is so nice to see that I'm not alone in this feeling of dread sometimes.
2 boys, 21 and 25 and I keep hoping/praying that they will eventually find a path that takes them to some semblance of supporting themselves and being productive in life.
Unfortunately, that hasn't happened yet.
Anymore, I just look at them and shake my head and wonder to myself, what happened?
I used to wonder what I did wrong, but have come to the realization that it wasn't me.
The world has changed and a lot of young people do not have the drive, ambition nor the inclination that earlier generations had.
Know this, you are not alone.
Sorry to hear that Tony but I know what you mean. And I'm sorry to hear you are struggling as well Brian. It will get better, simply a matter of when, not if. Patience is all I can offer you and I know it's what is hardest to have. Let me offer all y'all a slightly different perspective...
What y'all have touched on recently and stated about that generation losing it's drive is right. I know this because I am that generation and for a long time had this issue myself, and it's something I still am aware of as something that is so easy for me to slide back into as well. I'm 25 and about to turn 26, same age as your son Tony (boo! Scared ya yet? :P ) and up until Senior year of HS everyone even my own parents thought I was the perfect kid. Senior year rolls around and things changed dramatically. School was one of the few things that was still important to me at that time, graduated co-salutatorian near the top of my class. But I got engaged my Senior year as well, started ditching classes that I thought were non-essential, wouldn't listen to my parents, thought I knew everything and in general made a complete fool and azz of myself. College rolls around and I learn, as does everyone else who cared about me around me, that that was just the tip of the iceberg. Find my fiancé cheated on me with the guy I asked to be my best man, broke THAT off (thank god) and started drinking, partying and making a fool of myself. First semester I did OK.... Everything went downhill from there. Drinking heavily, joined a frat, picked up smoking and chewing (something that both my mothers parents died from and I lived with while they died from cancer), womanizing etc etc. truth be told I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror throughout college, never liked what I saw but lost any interest in doing anything hard or something that was a lot of work, just wanted to party and hang out. End of my 4th year I finally looked up and realized I had screwed up so bad that this was it and dropped out of college. Moved back in with my parents and started working as a mechanic, something I had been doing part time in college and full time during the summers. Failed bad relationship after another etc etc. by this point I see nothing changing in the near or even distant future and it depresses and terrifies me. But still not enough to do anything about apparently.
Around six months after dropping out and moving home I met my wife, we move in together a few weeks later (I had been saving and trying to work on turning myself around thanks to parents strict rules and discipline, not fun but what I needed). We were engaged before we even moved in (two days after we met we got engaged) and I pick up a corporate job with a hardware distribution company, and sell my Camaro so we could get married and start a life and work towards a house and kids. Rent is killing us while Amanda is finishing up her Social Work degree in college while I work full time, parents come to us and offer to let us have the basement while Amanda finishes college and we can pay off loans and save up for a nice place. We move down there (this is when I join Ccom) and finally have a goal and something special enough and big enough that I actually have motivation to do something, to make a life and have a family. We get married, get surprised with our son Cael, I finally get accepted to work at Apple and can now support us alone so Amanda can be a house mommie to our son, we get our own place to call home and now saving for a house in the next few years. I'm looking at manager within the next year (hopefully if everything keeps moving how it is) and life takes off from there, have another kiddo in about two years and try for a girl and see what life will bring.
Now that was a pretty long and drawn out story, and for that I apologize, but I wanted to give y'all a perspective from your children's POV. It's one I just recently came from and dealt with the same damn story myself, now and only recently, I am on the other side of things. Reading this thread has TERRIFIED me because I realize that I have to worry about if my son will self destruct as epically as I did and on such a grand scale. My own mother all throughout college would not refer to me as anything other than Man Slvt... It was terrible and how I acted during my F-up stint is nothing short of something that is completely embarrassing. BUT... It doesn't last forever and this too shall pass. I have grown up and into someone that I like seeing in the mirror, I have a beautiful and incredible wife and son, a great job and amazing friends and support in my family here in Colorado and my family here on Ccom with my brotherhood here (and the few sisters we have as well of course!) and am stronger and more motivated now than ever before to give my family the best in life that I can possibly give them myself. Life changes, but most importantly perspective changes.... All y'all's kids will too, not IF but WHEN. It is simply a matter of time, try to have patience and support. They just need to find something important enough to work hard for and they will in time. Without the patience and support my own parents showed me, Patience and support that I had NOT earned or deserved, I dunno if it would have turned out this well...
Sorry for the novel, and I apologize if I offended anyone with my post, not exactly a time in my life I am proud of or share with many people, but thought it might really help a few with my story this time.
I hope my boys do.
Be proud of what you accomplished.