Sad, not depressed. A thread for a proper sook.

So, teenagers, amirite? I drove one to the other side of town Saturday night to a friends place and she slammed the door on me while I was in mid-sentence. Driving back I called the boy to ask if he'd like to eat out tonight since it was just he and I . He refused and claimed to have something else planned which he didn't.
None of the above is a big deal but it was kind a build up of a lot of these type of things. They arent interested in anything to do with me anymore. Not even simple stuff like watching a movie. The boy wont talk to me for more than 2 min max at a time and literally starts backing away when I try to start a conversation with him. The girl has very strict boundaries which kind of leaves me nowhere in terms of being able to suggest anything to do or talk about. I live in a house with three other people and most days im lucky to get a total of 5 minutes conversation

Anyway, I get this is just having teenagers but my feelings get hurt by this stuff because they're my favorite people. Sometimes I just want to go live in a cave.

This is me being a Super-Sook. Deal with it.

I can feel my 14 yo pulling away from me a bit, less eager to ask questions about things, less inclined to share, but I chalk it up to growing up, it doesn't hurt me (though as you say, it is somewhat sad). The most important thing I can do is to spend as much time with him as possible, to be there when he does feel like opening up, and to maximize the time we have left together.

Our high school driver's ed teacher would tell every parent at the start of the class that, depressing though it may sound, teaching your child how to drive, getting those 50 hours of on the road practice, is likely the last sustained time you will ever spend with them.

Calstars - Yeah, I'm being a whiny baby on the inside but still acting as if nothing has changed on the outside,

Josh - oh jesus

Just taking tentative steps towards teenager status here and only just starting to see small hints of the pulling away, this thread hits home.

Yep, adolescent separation is a real and necessary thing, but obviously all kids and parents are different so it takes different forms. My oldest (now 19) has actually become more open to candid and thoughtful conversation over the course of his teenhood, but that's mostly because he's on the spectrum and was kind of slow to develop levels of mature self-awareness. So having the insight to understand and talk about things has been kind of revelatory for him, it's stuff that he was simply less capable of when he was 9-13 or so. (He has a therapist he sees who I think has helped him with building that emotional/mental health vocabulary.) My younger, who's 16 tomorrow, grew out of a lot of his "kid" stuff over the last three years — no more stuffed animals, wanting to read together at bedtime, wanting to be tucked in, all that stuff. I recognized it and let it go as part of the natural order. He's much more interested in his friends than he is in any family stuff these days, and I also recognize that as good (and remember feeling the same way myself).

Part of me welcomes their growing independence, of course — it's what we want, right? But there are things about being a parent to a kid that are magical and particular, and once they're gone they're gone.

Hope it's okay for a non-parent to post here. I've gone through this numerous times attending grade 8 grad for students I taught anywhere from two to five years earlier. Usually it's only one or two students in each group, but last year--I'd taught them in grade 4--it was like the reverse: one girl who still pleasant, the rest either indifferent or, with one boy, bordering on hostile. I'm going back again this year for my very last group before I retired. I had them when they were in grade 3, and I've been away from the school for three or four years (I supplied there a little bit after retirement), so I have no idea what to expect. Even as a teacher, it can hurt.

the sort of inverse of this is my 22 yr autistic son. There is a low chance he'll ever be able to live independently although there have been some incremental progressions, he's not safe on his own. I have to brush his teeth, shave him, do the laundry, cooking, cleaning, help him manage his anxiety issues/ocds and I have to wait in the adjacent bedroom while he's in the bath in case he has an epileptic seizure in there. But similar to other experiences on here his stock response to me ever entering the same room as him is Get Out! Can't blame him tbh because I spend way too much time with him, it's not good for either of us. His college ends in July as well - that was the only thing he has independent from me and the only support I get. I made a double referral for both of us to social services and made sure I rang them after a bad day in I had only 3 hours sleep and would sound authentically drained and depressed.

Clemenza this isn’t a parenting thread. Just a place to a have a big sook (whine).

All of you have made me feel a lot better about my own situation, so thank you <3

Clemenza this isn’t a parenting thread. Just a place to a have a big sook (whine).

All of you have made me feel a lot better about my own situation, so thank you <3

I had a bit of a tantrum about work the other day and seriously considered spraying myself with pepper spray just to get a few days off. Reason prevailed though.

calzino, that sounds very intense!

teaching your child how to drive, getting those 50 hours of on the road practice, is likely the last sustained time you will ever spend with them.

― Josh in Chicago, Monday, April 1, 2024 9:30 PM

I thought since fewer young people are able to move out that people would be getting closer to their parents now? I'm probably staying with dad until he dies and I have dinner with him everyday and he still gets frustrated that we don't spend enough time together but we don't really have any common interests, so it's not easy to talk about much.

“ He's much more interested in his friends than he is in any family stuff these days, and I also recognize that as good (and remember feeling the same way myself).”

This has been my experience as the parent of a now 17 year old. The last few years haven’t been fun.

My kids are 18 and 15 (going on 25). My wife grew up in a house where the teenagers tended to congregate. Not in a lawless way but in a welcoming, 'well, you might as well do it somewhere safe' way. I sort of did too, but in a more covert, 'come and hide in our garage' kind of way. Consequently, our house has become a version of that and we've had a few parties now. We had my son's 18th here; there have been a few weekends where some of the friend group has ended up here after the pub etc. It's lovely*, tbh and I'm thankful my wife is so easy going and welcoming because, as much as I love it, it wouldn't have happened under my watch!

*there have already been a few occasions when I've fucked off upstairs and hidden and cursed the noise at 1am but I guess I'll take it.

That sounds great. Count yourself fortunate