Oh geez, this is embarassing, but I have to say something.
Um, I was really screwed up as a teenager, but I shan’t elaborate.
Now I’m all grown up and very very old and wise at 23 (well…relatively).
I was told yesterday by my best friend that when we were 18, my mom called her up one day, just to ask her how I was doing.
I was doing horribly, but my friend didn’t blow my cover, give away any secrets. Maybe that wasn’t such a wise move, but she was only 18 as well.
Hearing this piece of news made me cry. Funny, because I never cry. I cried because with my 23-year old perspective, I could understand how intensely painful it must have been for my mom to feel that the only way she could know what was going on with me was to ask my friend instead of me.
In those years she tried to talk to me, but I refused to do so on hundreds of occasions. I left her to guess and worry and I imagine how helpless she must have felt, unable to do anything while I seem to sink deeper and deeper into this pit.
I felt bad enough to tell this story to my roommates, and one of them said
“You dont need to feel bad, a teenager usually doesn’t understand, they don’t have the ABILITY to understand that their parents want to HELP them…”
I still feel bad. Doesn’t seem right to hurt the people who ove you the most (but I guess we all do that).
Anyway, thought I’d share this in case it might be useful to somebody.