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>Dear Mr. Simons, > >Thank you for thinking of me, but I fear that I didn't >explain the situation clearly enough. Last Sunday >wasn't just the typical kid-parent dustup where the >parent uses their maturity and experience to assess a >situation and comes up with an opinion while the kid, >lacking the same, comes up with a different opinion. >The kid then judges the parent's reasoning to be >faulty and figures there is no reason to obey the rule >because it's stupid, thinks up a way to do what he >wants without getting caught, disobeys, gets caught >anyway then resents the spanking. That's what >happened to me last summer when I wanted to go hiking >with Brian. My mom thought it was too hot and forbid >me to go. I thought (and I will admit <i>still</i> >think) that I knew what was too hot for me better than >anybody else and decided to go anyway. I figured that >if I told her I was going to hang with Brian (which >was the truth, just far from the whole truth) then >went over to his house where his mom thought it was OK >and the two of us went hiking that there was no way my >mom would find out. That would have worked, too, if >Brian hadn't gotten sick. That's the kind of kid >thing that I can deal with. I know that when I grow >up and leave the house, mom can't boss me around any >more, so I have to just wait. I can live with that. > >This situation is totally different: I totally agreed >with my dad; > >1) The yard was a mess. >2) It was nobody's fault so you could only get mad at >Aeolus (the Greek wind god). >3) It had to get cleaned up and <i>now</i> or it >would kill the grass. >4) Sunday was the ideal time to do it. >5) It would take a long time so it was best to start >right away. >6) Yard maintenance was my chore but my parents were >willing to help and share the work 3 ways (nothing >fairer). >7) There was no way I could refuse without getting >caught. >8) If I got caught there was a 100% chance that I >would get a spanking. >9) There was, maybe, a 60% chance it would be a bad >one with a non-zero chance that it would be with the >big lexan with the holes. > >Therefore I really had no choice but my brain lacked >the safety mechanism to realize that and stop me from >self-destructing. It was as if I was driving the car >and came up to a railroad crossing. There was a train >coming. The lights were flashing and the gates were >down. I could see the train coming and hear the >engine's air horn. I could see that the train was >coming too fast for me to make it across, yet my brain >still signaled my foot to put the accelerator to the >floor, ram through the gates and get creamed by the >train. > >My brain lacks a necessary safety mechanism. I'm >afraid, Mr. Simons. What of the future? if I go into >a store and see something I want but can't afford, >will my brain think it's OK to try to steal it and if >I get caught get sent to jail? Or maybe do something >that will get me sent to the hospital... or to the >morgue? > >I am taking Justin's advice. I've asked my mom to >make an appointment with my psychiatrist. It's a >non-emergency appointment so it will take some time. >Meanwhile I have only you good people on the forum >here to help me through this terrible time. Thank you >all so much for taking your time to help! > >-Jerry
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