My parents threw in the towel when I was 14, and turned me over to my aunt and uncle.
My behavior wasn’t terrible, but my school performance was, and my relationship with my parents, especially my mother, was. I think I might have been depressed, but I’m not sure. At any rate, I was a totally different kid after a few months with my aunt and uncle. Their different methods of discipline helped, and also they believed me that the headaches I was getting were really BAD, and took me to the doctor, who finally diagnosed migraines.
There wasn’t a lot the doctor could do, other than recommend caffeine and Tylenol during the aura stage (which actually helped sometimes), and giving me darvocet and a nausea medication for the actual headaches. The nausea medication worked, and the darvocet put me to sleep. I woke up with the headache gone, nearly all the time; sleeping through it was a blessed relief. So was being believed. So was not having to go to school the morning after a migraine, if my homework wasn’t done. I got a 24 hr. reprieve on the homework for my morning classes, and the morning to do the homework for my afternoon classes, because I hadn’t been able to do it the evening before. Also, nobody nagged me if I didn’t want to eat dinner.
I got a headache maybe every 6 weeks, so we’re talking about something that happened maybe 5 or 6 times in a school year. Not a big deal academically to miss a handful of mornings.
Mostly, I didn’t have any screaming fights with my mother anymore. That helped a lot too. My grades weren’t so-so my freshman year, but they got better every year, and I made the honor roll my junior and senior years. I also had really good grades in college. I’m not sure I would have made it through high school, had I been with my parents.
Now, I had a pretty volatile temperament-- I was not an easy kid. As a counterpoint, my brother got straight As all through high school, and never fought with my parents. He was just an easier kid than I was. But I spent a lot more time with my aunt and uncle as a little kid than my brother did, because my mother was still in school, taking classes for her Ph.D, and working as a graduate assistant. She couldn’t really dictate her own schedule, and my father was an associate professor, so he got the dregs as well. That’s why my aunt, a SAHM, took care of me a lot (they paid her, but I doubt a lot). By the time my brother came a long, my mother was working on her dissertation, and except for some time when she traveled, which was mostly during the summer, she was able to set her own schedule. My father became a full professor, and could pick the times for his classes. So my brother wasn’t raised by my aunt as a small child.