On 2005-01-19 04:34:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I'm sorry Tim I don't agree. The one who cares"
Do you have any kids? It sure sounds like you're speaking from a vast well of inexperience *personally* of parenting, day in and day out from babyhood.
As parents, one of the things I and my husband have had to get used to is constantly questioning our own decisions about discipline, rules, strategies, childcare, what responsibilities and privileges to allow at what age, education. This isn't us being insecure people, it's just the nature of parenthood. Everybody is winging it. That's what parenthood *is*.
The people who are all fucked up and flaky don't automatically get issued godlike wisdom when they conceive a child---no more than we did when we conceived ours.
Any group of human beings is a mixed bag with some irresponsible folks, some sadistic folks, some selfish folks, some assholes, and some flakes in it.
Off my meds, I'd definitely count as one of the flakes. Fortunately, my major in college (psychology), while it was damned useless from a career perspective, taught me enough about the human brain to understand why *I* needed to be practically fanatical about taking my meds and following my condition with a competent physician.
Parents who are irresponsible, sadistic, selfish, assholes, or flakes DO NOT necessarily have screwed up children. A lot of times their kids have difficult adolescences, but the resilience of kids and the influence of other adults and kids in a kid's life means that very often these kids come to recognize how screwed up their parents are and take their parents bad points as a negative example. A lot of times the screwiest parents turn up with kids that are better balanced than they are. A lot of times it's because the kid has to be the responsible, sane grownup in the house at an early age and learns by trial and error to be a better person than his/her parents.
A lot of times the kid *doesn't* turn out so well, but it's not *at all* uncommon to have screwy parents and basically normal kids.
You "don't agree" that this situation can and does happen because it's personally a lot *easier* for you to bury your head in the sand and pretend that all parents who say their kid is bad are right.
It is also not at all uncommon for screwy people to do well financially. I grew up in a slightly upper middle class neighborhood, and I live in one now. My neighbors mostly *could* afford one of these schools if they really wanted the kid out of the house. And putting the kid in one of these schools if the kid was just a pain in the butt and the parents were screwy would be more socially acceptable in our social class than kicking the kid out of the house. Kicking the kid out of the house is so....working class. (I'm not being a snob, I just know the unwritten rules and class prejudices of my social set.)
So, basically, what you've admitted to me is you're negligent as hell and just pretending you're not by pretending that *all* parents who have the money and inclination to warehouse a kid to get him/her out of the house are sane and decent, and *all* kids being sent away by their parents are bad kids.
Well, around here, we pay a hell of a lot of tax money to DFACS (dept. of family and children's services) because that's just not so. There are "nice" people in "nice" neighborhoods who are rotten parents and abuse and neglect their kids. Social class is no innoculation against child abuse and neglect.
The existence of DFACS and the fact that they *do* investigate in "nice" neighborhoods and they *do* find abusive and neglectful parents with "nice" incomes *disproves* your "I disagree with you" hypothesis that all parents with the money to send a kid away are good parents.
You don't believe that because it's true.
You believe it because it's easy and convenient for *you* and because it lets meet your own eyes in the mirror each day.
Bluntly, you're admitting you're negligent.
I disapprove of your bad behavior.
You may not give a rip what I think, and that's your privilege. But your protestations of how much you "care" are empty. You *tell* yourself you care so you can pat yourself on the back, but you really *don't*.
If you "cared" so much, you'd have ethical standards about when *not* to believe the parents.
Your actions speak so loudly they drown out your words.
Timoclea