Teenager’s brains

The Oban Times - - Sport - Anne Maxwell

I have a teenager. She is the most adorable, beau­ti­ful, un­der­stand­ing po­lite child and I love her so much.

But then she will take on the man­tle of the Wicked Witch of the West all of a sud­den. She will be­come in­tol­er­a­ble - un­able to speak to me, des­per­ate to get out of my sight.

I won­der if it is drugs, or al­co­hol or maybe even just lack of sleep. My hus­band tells me it is more to do with the chem­i­cals in her brain and that I should try to understand that.

I do. I re­mem­ber how it feels. When you haven’t quite got­ten used to your body, or the way it looks, or how to dress.

The feel­ing that I would much rather have played with Lego than hang about out­side the chip shop to meet boys. But to the chip shop I would go, be­cause oth­er­wise I would have been dif­fer­ent. No one really wants to be dif­fer­ent as a teenager, or an adult for that mat­ter.

It is not easy be­ing young (it never was), I dread to think what my Face­book feed would have re­vealed to me af­ter a night out with my friends.

There is no ad­vice here. I am as in the dark as my daugh­ter is. For me it is about be­ing a mum of a teenager whose hor­mones are run­ning wild. All I can do is love her to the best of my abil­ity.

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from UK

© PressReader. All rights reserved.