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

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

I was a the grad I mentioned a few posts up last night, and the seven that were left from my class five years ago were great! Hadn't changed a bit. A couple of the girls immediately started making fun of the fact I was still using the same outdated camera. "Yes, I taught them well."

I don't know what a sook is. I know what it is in Scotland.

To chime in on the parenting stuff: I have one, 17, who is definitely getting ready to launch - they have a job* and bank accounts; they're narrowing down colleges; and there lots of teen activities for which I'm not allowed to know the secret handshake.

* = said job is working at a summer camp two hours away, so they'll be away for a month. It tugs at me, although i know it is the way of things. Good practice for next year.

Other kiddo is 13 and rather more like calzino's. He requires nearly constant supervision, and will never be able to live on his own.

He's also verging on being too big and too willful for us oldsters to handle. My wife and I are not looking forward to wrestling a 6', 150-pound toddler into a diaper at age 18. At some point more help will be needed, and some solution that isn't just us.

Sulk ended. I sympathize with what everyone is going through.