While I’ve been living at home with my parents for several years, as part of that lucky generation who can’t afford to rent and eat, coronavirus lockdown has definitely added a new pressure to the dynamic… as adding a flame to a bunch of oil tends to!
I was convinced it wasn’t me being the instigator, but as my emotions continued to swing like the pendulum of a maniacal grandfather clock it became time to address that i had slowly descended into the most feared of all creatures (to the teacher and parent): a teenager.
It took a daily telegraph opinion piece of all places for this to dawn on me. This one was from an exasperated mother complaining about her moody teenage son who was seperated from his girlfriend in lockdown and moping from one day to another with little reprieve, needless to say apart from a gender switch this applied to me.
While this is in itself was a wake up call, so was a judgy ‘boomer’ comment about how they shouldnt tolerate this nonsense. This made me very grateful for not being related to said judgy commentor and allowed me to try and communicate rather than whatever verbal assault course i was doing before.
Communication = good,