I just imagined a world where for 10 years I told my child I loved them and then for them to within less than a year, stop responding and then actively shame you for doing so.
Fuck, I really wish my parents humanised themselves a bit more when I was younger. It took me far too long to rationalise that adults weren’t different from me.
The older I get, the more I empathise with teenagers. It’s far and away the most difficult era of your life.
You’ll have incredible pressure to not ruin the entire rest of your life, you’ll be constantly told to make decisions that will have a massive impact on your future (with little help or course correcting, I hope your three years of interest in that one subject lasts a lifetime).
your body starts mutating like a slow version of an American Werewolf in London, you’re thrown into a school that often resembles something out of Lord of the Flies, and adults aren’t there to support you, they just want you to be that 8 year old innocent child or a full blown adult with no inbetweens.
Yep.
Yes, no adult can empathise with ever being a teen. Feel like this post exemplifies the “no one understands” when literally every adult has already been deeply affected by it. Yet for most people becoming an adult is the realization that adults are no different from anyone else they are still just dealing with their life as it comes along