As a child, I was less than careful with what and how I used to say things. In my defence I was angry. I didn’t care, but looking back that was not my fault. I had good enough reasons, all those reasons are documented in my Diary.
My mother would often say; ‘if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.’ Many years down the line I find myself taking a similar slant with my own children. Children don’t always think or care how they speak to adults. They often blurt out things, without engaging their thoughts first.
Society has changed. The family unit seems more diverse. Children spend more time with their friends, whilst the old fashioned values are gone. Children grow up quicker. They want to experience the world quicker and are less prepared to wait.
Families tend to spend less time together so they communicate less. Unfortunately, children don’t always want to know what their parents have to say, let alone teach them. They seem less accountable now than they were when I was growing up.
Having turned things around in my early twenties, I became the total opposite, but I wasn’t to blame. If my parents particularly, hadn’t ignored my issues, my life would have taken a different path.
I wasn’t a bad person; I was misunderstood and ignored.