There is a silent epidemic happening in our country of young teens, most specifically male youths. I call it silent because you don’t always see it. It is often hidden from others. In fact, it hides behind a facade that everything is okay, when in reality, something is brewing.
Here are some prime examples of this silent epidemic.
17-year-old Dimitrios Pagourtzis killed 10 people in Santa Fe High School – he was supposedly bullied and rejected by a girl that he liked. Noted as being quiet and to himself.
Nikolas Cruz slaughtered at least 17 students at the Marjory Stoneman Douglas HS – a loner, supposedly had impulse issues, was bullied, had major losses in his life with the death of his parents.
A 15-year-old teen with the help of two friends, strangled and stabbed his mother to death in Maine because they moved.
16 year-old beats friend to death with baseball bat over jealousy of a girl he liked.
This silent epidemic is called Anger. It’s an emotion that is in each and every one of us. This includes growth spurting hormonal teenagers. Most teens express their anger through yelling, slamming doors, running off, or finding a place to be alone for hours. Those types of responses are expected. However, for some teens, their anger differs. Their anger lingers and builds quietly, layer upon layer, with no filters or boundaries in place. It lays dormant inside until an event triggers a volcanic eruption of violence that knows no limits. Continue reading
We have said goodbye to winter and hello to spring. With that, it has also brought seasons of change in my personal life as well.
During one of those seasons, I broke my toe, hurt a rib, and was congratulated for getting the flu. All at the same time! No fun.
If that weren’t enough, our house went up for sale. Can you imagine a hobbling sick woman trying to clean her house for visitors, coughing with an “ouch” at the end of each move? Continue reading
Last year I took the plunge and joined an online chat group that consisted of moms just like me. This wasn’t your normal chat group that most would think about.
In fact, we didn’t come to just chat, share stories, and make promises as if we were back in time like the sisterhood of the traveling pants. No, we came to do something bigger and more profound that would affect the lives of our family, especially our children. Continue reading
Parents who struggle with a teen in crisis find it extremely overwhelming to get through the holidays. Although Thanksgiving has passed, another holiday is around the corner – Christmas.
While every other parent around you is singing in holiday cheer, you are thinking about how you can just get through the day. While your co-worker or friend talks about how excited they are that their child is coming home for a holiday visit, you are thinking more about how to help your child in crisis. Maybe you are faced with a child who needs to get into a detox program. Maybe you need to figure out how to get your child to eat that holiday dinner when they struggle with an eating disorder.
And let us not forget those parents who have teens who have suicidal tendencies or mental health issues and are not into celebrating any holiday. Continue reading
As I was decorating for the fall, I was reminded of the countless times in the past I was consumed by the many crises of my teen. Those crises preoccupied my life to the point that finding joy in a new season or celebrating a holiday became non-existent.
Having a teen or young adult in crisis dominates your life physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. You find yourself not living your life anymore but that of your child. Everything is about them. Literally!
I had no time to clean my house. I had no availability to see friends. I craved to be alone and couldn’t. I spent all my time going to a counselor and doctor appts., searching the web or reading for answers to serious issues. I was too tired to think about cooking or to eat a regular meal. My wash was piled up and dishes constantly left in the sink.
When I went to work, my mind was consumed even more because I wasn’t home to see what was going on. When I went to church, I wanted to hide from others so that I wasn’t twenty-questioned about our family. As time went on, it got to a period to which I wanted to run away or worse yet, end my life. Obviously I didn’t since I am writing this post. Continue reading