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One of those sleepless nights and sadness-filled mornings
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<blockquote data-quote="nlj" data-source="post: 641160" data-attributes="member: 17650"><p>The forest was a magical place yesterday morning. Everything was covered in a thick frost and it was a bit like driving into Narnia.</p><p></p><p>I was met at the farm gate by an obviously-pregnant dog, but no sign of any human occupants. The mud was thick past the gates so I abandoned my car and walked the half mile to the derelict farmhouse in my wellies. My son was there, with around 10 others, they had a good log fire going in the makeshift stove and the air was thick with smoke. I felt very welcome, especially as I had come bearing pastries! and my son was genuinely pleased to see me, even though he was too muddy for a hug. Several of the others made half-funny comments about how their mothers didn't love them enough to make the journey there. I hope they were joking as otherwise it felt a bit sad.</p><p></p><p>Anyway we stayed in the communal room for a while and talk quickly turned to political unrest so I suggested that my son show me around to see what they had been doing since I last went there. It was a chance to talk to him alone. He's committed to this lifestyle, but he said he feels lonely and miserable and became quite tearful. He said he feels so angry all the time and wants to take direct action against various things that make him angry - the government, fracking, commercial companies, water companies, banks, ... the list is endless. He's angry about pretty much everything and says the world is f***ed and it's on a course to self-destruction. He says his life isn't important.</p><p></p><p>It was hard to listen and hard to know what was the right thing to say without winding him up any more, but I did try and reason with him about a few issues, or at least try to be the voice of realism. I stayed for 2 hours and had mixed thoughts as I left, but we agreed that I would drive there again on Dec 27th and bring him here for a couple of days so he can see his sisters. He wouldn't come for christmas as the whole thing is just too stressful for him and I think it would be stressful for us too, so that was an acceptable plan. I did tell him that his grandfather had passed away, but he didn't want to talk about it and didn't want to even think about his father, although he did say "I wonder what he would make of all this?" and looked around at the farm squat and laughed.</p><p></p><p>I'm glad I went. I didn't sleep much last night, but I'm still glad I went.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="nlj, post: 641160, member: 17650"] The forest was a magical place yesterday morning. Everything was covered in a thick frost and it was a bit like driving into Narnia. I was met at the farm gate by an obviously-pregnant dog, but no sign of any human occupants. The mud was thick past the gates so I abandoned my car and walked the half mile to the derelict farmhouse in my wellies. My son was there, with around 10 others, they had a good log fire going in the makeshift stove and the air was thick with smoke. I felt very welcome, especially as I had come bearing pastries! and my son was genuinely pleased to see me, even though he was too muddy for a hug. Several of the others made half-funny comments about how their mothers didn't love them enough to make the journey there. I hope they were joking as otherwise it felt a bit sad. Anyway we stayed in the communal room for a while and talk quickly turned to political unrest so I suggested that my son show me around to see what they had been doing since I last went there. It was a chance to talk to him alone. He's committed to this lifestyle, but he said he feels lonely and miserable and became quite tearful. He said he feels so angry all the time and wants to take direct action against various things that make him angry - the government, fracking, commercial companies, water companies, banks, ... the list is endless. He's angry about pretty much everything and says the world is f***ed and it's on a course to self-destruction. He says his life isn't important. It was hard to listen and hard to know what was the right thing to say without winding him up any more, but I did try and reason with him about a few issues, or at least try to be the voice of realism. I stayed for 2 hours and had mixed thoughts as I left, but we agreed that I would drive there again on Dec 27th and bring him here for a couple of days so he can see his sisters. He wouldn't come for christmas as the whole thing is just too stressful for him and I think it would be stressful for us too, so that was an acceptable plan. I did tell him that his grandfather had passed away, but he didn't want to talk about it and didn't want to even think about his father, although he did say "I wonder what he would make of all this?" and looked around at the farm squat and laughed. I'm glad I went. I didn't sleep much last night, but I'm still glad I went. [/QUOTE]
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