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I raised him right, right? Self blame and the pursuit of happiness.
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<blockquote data-quote="Nikimoto" data-source="post: 650576" data-attributes="member: 18791"><p>I understand why censorship exists, just feel muffled instead of protected. Just my opinion, but if I use a fine kitchen knife to create a masterpiece for dinner, and someone else comes in and uses that same fine knife to destroy my curtains it's still just a knife. Words are just words. I can't tolerate verbal abuse, but the same words can be reused in mature humor.</p><p></p><p>Hmmm....Lil, I never let that thought sink in until now. Munchies is the only thing that makes sense. He was always harping about food, spiraling backwards even pretending he had never been taught to cook or fix a loaf of bread, it's how we raised him. His behavior became so deranged he was telling school personnel and cops we didn't let him eat. I would argue with him over his tiny half sandwich he fixed for school lunch, as if his hunger were a ruse. He would of course come home and become demanding and stupid for ice cream, candy, straight sugar. Our counselor told me he believed Evan was using sugars to get high, like the Monster lawsuits that had been cropping up. We switched to agave, and I reminded him several times to not only pack a much larger lunch, but to eat a high carb after school snack. I left in an unlocked cupboard, oatmeal, rice, potatoes, ramen, and the sandwich bread. 5 huge choices for filling snacks, but he had to lie and argue, and argue about his lies. Anything to pick a fight. Any fight. All the fights. Ug.</p><p>Even several months after he left, while getting out a couple wine glasses for nice peaceful dinner, I found a rotten can of ready whip in the china cupboard. Just gross, but I figured we could use the laugh.</p><p>In fact, any one of his arguments on its own is laughable if it weren't raging and harassing on the outset. It has been helpful for my husband and I to revisit some of these episodes and lift the filter of belligerence away and reconstruct his arguments, they were simply comical. On the other hand, it worries me that he can't maintain a conversation or mature debate to save his life.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nikimoto, post: 650576, member: 18791"] I understand why censorship exists, just feel muffled instead of protected. Just my opinion, but if I use a fine kitchen knife to create a masterpiece for dinner, and someone else comes in and uses that same fine knife to destroy my curtains it's still just a knife. Words are just words. I can't tolerate verbal abuse, but the same words can be reused in mature humor. Hmmm....Lil, I never let that thought sink in until now. Munchies is the only thing that makes sense. He was always harping about food, spiraling backwards even pretending he had never been taught to cook or fix a loaf of bread, it's how we raised him. His behavior became so deranged he was telling school personnel and cops we didn't let him eat. I would argue with him over his tiny half sandwich he fixed for school lunch, as if his hunger were a ruse. He would of course come home and become demanding and stupid for ice cream, candy, straight sugar. Our counselor told me he believed Evan was using sugars to get high, like the Monster lawsuits that had been cropping up. We switched to agave, and I reminded him several times to not only pack a much larger lunch, but to eat a high carb after school snack. I left in an unlocked cupboard, oatmeal, rice, potatoes, ramen, and the sandwich bread. 5 huge choices for filling snacks, but he had to lie and argue, and argue about his lies. Anything to pick a fight. Any fight. All the fights. Ug. Even several months after he left, while getting out a couple wine glasses for nice peaceful dinner, I found a rotten can of ready whip in the china cupboard. Just gross, but I figured we could use the laugh. In fact, any one of his arguments on its own is laughable if it weren't raging and harassing on the outset. It has been helpful for my husband and I to revisit some of these episodes and lift the filter of belligerence away and reconstruct his arguments, they were simply comical. On the other hand, it worries me that he can't maintain a conversation or mature debate to save his life. [/QUOTE]
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