My younger brother started falling into the same patterns as me when I was a teen and my parents recently came to me for help since I am an expert on the industry and teens and everything. I sat down for a full day coming up with a new plan on how to deal with my little brothers depression and anxiety and acting out without getting involved with quacks or child torturers. So we decided to give the boy a little scare. We figured that since he was sad and worried all the time, we would put him in a situation so much worse that he would realize how good his life really is, and a situation so scary that when he gets home the everyday worries will pale in comparison. So me and a few buddies of mine, with my parents permission of course, and we "kidnapped" him and took him away for couple days to an isolated motel room out in the desert. We kept him blindfolded for the couple days, but treated him well. He was so scared he pissed his pants regularly, and even shat his pants once. He begged for his life and to be freed. He said he would do anything. We all were trying not to laugh while this was going on. The plan was working wonderfully. We took him on a Friday afternoon and it had to be over by Monday for school so we kept him isolated by himself in the bathroom of the motel room and slid pizza under the door, and told him he could drink out of the sink. He still had no idea who we were. We told him that we were from an international ring of sex slaves and he was going to be sold to a middle eastern business man as a teenage sex slave, and he believed us! This is when he really started to freak out. He kept trying to bargain with us, saying he could pay us thousands of dollars to let him free. He was shaking, you could here it in his rattled voice when he spoke. So after a few days of this and telling him that worse things were going to happen, he was pretty much ready to lose it. He stopped using the toilet, and just lied down in his own mess and made weird moaning sounds like a fog horn. It was hilarious. We put our masks back on and took him out on Sunday evening after it got dark, and put him in the car. We drove him out into the middle of the desert and told him he was too much trouble and the arab guy didn't want him anymore he wanted someone more compliant. So we told him to dig a hole or we'd shoot him. Once he was done digging the hole we said that if he didn't comply, that hole was going to be his grave. This part might seem extreme but it is crucial. This is when I finally saw the finally bit of will inside of him, give up. He was broken. He said he would do anything we want, just don't hurt him. It was over. We drove back to the city with him blindfolded and told him we were going to meet his benefactor and new arab daddy. Instead, we pulled into our house, and we took off the blindfold and he saw our parents standing on the driveway. That must have been a surprise to him, he really looked shocked! He was so happy to see us he just fell down on the ground in the fetal position, sobbing like a baby. This is the grateful son my parents always wanted.
TBS are bad places. You can deal with these problems on your own at home in creative ways that don't cost much money at all!
