I admit it. If I have the chance to hide from my teen, I would do it in a heartbeat. There are just times in which I have to go to my escape room and lock the door.
I hid there for many reasons. When I kept myself from acting out against my own teen and regret my words or actions, my escape room was the place to go. Other reasons were to keep my sanity or not allow my teen to see me fall apart. I went there for solitude, to help me think, and to let go of my own pain of being a parent to a child in constant crisis. Continue reading