Leafy, what you describe above sounds a LOT like borderline.
Yes, I wonder about that GN. But, which came first, the chicken or the egg? I know now they were both experimenting in middle school, went through the teen angst, not over the top. The real crazy started around 18 or so. But, they were partiers......
The first night did NOT go well. Jabber gets home about 8:30 p.m. on Mondays. Our son basically didn't say anything to us most of the night. I tried, occasionally, to start a conversation about rules and plans. It didn't work. He basically sat and stared at his phone texting, texting, texting and getting more and more moody...until:
EXPLOSION!
This. Lots of memories from this.........yes, it sounds like borderline, but then again, if it is borderline, it is only borderline towards........me.
Selective borderline? They are fine with their friends.......Hmmmmmm, borderline set off by parental pheromones?
I know, too the drug use and drinking plays a huge role. I found out Tornado was mixing crack with weed, and Rain....meth.
So, a lot of the mood swings were from being high, then not.
I think too, that d cs have a habit of stretching the limit with parents, no tippy toeing, let it all out. Then
we begin walking on eggshells around them......... It can become a very upside down situation.
Whenever I go to visit Mom, I am tippy toeing around
her rules and her expectations. She is used to living on her own, things have to be in place and orderly, right down to the sequence of turning off lights....LOL.....I don't buck her, because she is my Mom. She is older and set in her ways, and that is fine.
I keep wondering when these d cs will get it? My other kids are good, they understand respect. But my two? The world revolves around them and their friends. They are 36 and 27........
Waiting for the
lightbulb to go off.
Hopefully this is not the case for you guys Lil and Jab. Your son is 21. There is so much out there about frontal lobe development......at 27.
OUCH. Hopefully it will not take that long. I must say, he has tried. I think in your shoes, I would do the same (well, heck, I did), but I would NOT take any disrespect.
Looking back, this is what I would say......"I don't give a flying you know what about what you are feeling, kiddo, this is my house and as long as you are here, be respectful of your parents and rules. Otherwise, there is the door. "
There comes a point when enough is enough.
(((HUGS)))
leafy