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silicasandra
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Ehhh…it can happen (the yelling for no reason). I may not have parented a teenager yet (though I’ll get there in 13 yearsPeople look at from the parents side because we’ve all been there. It’s called life and experience.
Please don’t tell me that you are sitting nice & pretty on the couch, minding your own business and dad just for the heck of it, comes alongs and starts YELLING… YELLING… YELLING at you…!!!
For every action, there is a re-action.
You haven’t been specific about what he yells at you about.
Lucky, here’s what I’ve learned as a woman, now 24, married, with a son of her own, with a younger brother and two younger sisters:
- My parents were sometimes right when they punished me. Maybe they shouldn’t have punished me the way that they did, maybe they shouldn’t have yelled, but sometimes, yes, I did something wrong and deserved to be disciplined for it.
- Sometimes, my parents were wrong. This occasional “being wrong” did not mean that everything they did parent-wise was wrong. They are adults with issues of their own from their own childhood and other experiences. Looking down at my baby boy and feeling what I feel, and knowing that they must have looked down at me the same way, went a long way in helping me forgive them for things that went wrong when I was much older.
- Sometimes, actions that they did that weren’t fair were actually to my benefit. Sometimes they weren’t.
- Sometimes, I pushed their buttons on purpose even though I swore at the time I didn’t.
- I got to move out at 17 for college and I learned that independent living, with calls home a few times a week, and visits on holidays (they lived across the country), was PERFECT to maintain a good relationship with them. You will not live with them forever. You may even find that you miss them once in a while (but a few days back at home might cure you of that!
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I also learned the art of “Dad/Mom, I need a minute. Can we please talk about this once I think about it a little more?” This usually worked on my mom (and we would either talk about it later or would forget about it if it was something stupid we were arguing about), sometimes with my dad unless he was in a fighting mood (I wonder who I got my temper from…
Time does heal a lot of wounds. I’ll keep you and your family in my prayers. :hug1: