Kids’ mental health suffers as adults play blame game
It is June in my city. Summer has become a time of overwhelming danger and anxiety. Not even a week since school has ended, the hottest days so far began with power outages and death.
It hurts more because yet again, a child has killed another child. I worry about the mental health of the generations growing up in these times, as the adults scramble to find vaccines and medicines to cure various ailments. Find resources to feed their families and money to pay bills. Band-aid gun violence without genuinely fixing it. Our children are lost; the hopelessness hangs so heavy, that they no longer value life.
As a child, I longed for summer. In my city, a seemingly rough part of town, it never occurred to me that I could die on my daily walks to the pool or the library. I never worried about having to hide in the pool locker room while loud bangs from gunfire zipped through the air. I never felt terror and I never saw fear.
My summers are some of my most joyous memories. My childhood was filled with laughter, nights chasing fireflies and late mornings watching cartoons. I didn’t experience violence, but I walked past it daily in my neighborhood. Back then, it was a life that other people lived. It never occurred to me the damning mental health illnesses that would transcend generations later.
Now, our children are forced to grow up too soon — but fueled by what, I don’t know. Some say poverty, lack of opportunity, social media and the peer pressure of the “do it for the ‘gram” mentality. Each day, a child picks up a gun and takes a life. Each moment I hear the news, I imagine a child holding a gun and pointing it at another. Is this what our world has become?
A child killed another child while riding a scooter downtown a few weeks ago. It is hard to imagine a 14and 15-year-old carrying a gun on a scooter to a park, or to school, to kill another 14 and 15-year-old child. Children play in the bathroom with guns while live streaming on social media without adult supervision.
It gives me pause to wonder what the real issue is, what the real threat is? Is it the gun, is it the child, is it the upbringing, is it the government allowing it to go on? What is it that has drafted this narrative for the lives of our children?
I wonder about the parents. After all, that is who they will blame. The questions they must face when the police turn up at their door to put their child, their baby, in handcuffs. “Did I do the right thing, where did I go wrong, and what has happened to this child I
The mental health of a child is fragile. Children are being forced to process adult issues and some are being forced into adulthood. They are learning to be individuals glorifying being followers online . ... They are increasingly becoming lost in a world we as adults know nothing about.
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Everyone thinks it’s the parents’ fault, the families’ fault, the schools’ fault, the neighborhood recreation centers’ fault, and the city’s fault. The adults are busy pointing fingers at each other, and you know who is stuck in the middle of it all? The children.
The mental health of a child is fragile. Children are being forced to process adult issues and some are being forced into adulthood. They are learning to be individuals glorifying being followers online. No longer is a child empowered to be a leader or to follow their path. They are increasingly becoming lost in a world we as adults know nothing about.
When was the last time you looked at these children, saw their faces, and questioned their motives? They have gained the skill of hiding what they truly feel, hiding the hurt, hiding the pain, and because the adults are busy blaming each other, the mental health of our children is chipping away.
Sherry Jones is a mental health and self-care writer committed to helping people of all ages be encouraged and know that mental health is not a taboo and they are not alone. Her work focuses on targeting stereotypes about mental health, habits, and beliefs.