Understanding Teenage Development
There is a need to understand the social conflicts that occurs to youth during there understanding of teenage development as they transition into adulthood. Youth experience is so very challenging times when they are in adolescence and at times they can be easily carried away by the intense moments that they experience. There is usually strong pressure from their friends and much influence from the various emerging culture and trends which may induce the youth to become perverts.
Such emerging trends include the use of drugs, premarital sex, pornography and many more. Also on the rising challenge facing many households is the troubled relationship between adults, more specifically parents, and the young teens.
There it is significant for adults to understand the ‘conflicts’ that youths struggle with as they try assume their position in the society and in their view as having transitioned to adulthood. This is vital in trying to make young people feel loved and as part of the society and to help them cope with the challenges that they might be facing. It also helps in ascribing positive characteristics to the youth such as maturity, experience, ability to produce a respectable and mature opinion and also it helps the adults to dissociate in defining the young people as immoral or immature which normally creates a rift.
Parents Need To Be There For the Young Adult to Help the Create Lasting Relationships
I’m saying this because I had a troubled teen life. By the time that I was 15 or thereabout, I expected my parents to qualify me in some ontological responsibilities in the family structure. I was the first born in a family of four and therefore I knew that I was obligated to set a good example as well as be an inspiration to my siblings. I believed that they looked up at me and I had a great influence in their lives.
However, my parents who were strict Catholics failed to recognize any productivity in me as something significant. Actually all I did presuming that it was the right thing, no matter how calculated the move was, I was usually discredited by my mum. Dad was at times lenient and always took time to think about my opinions.
Trouble started when I finished high school and wanted to study photography in college. I always wanted to be a wildlife photographer. However, my parents had a different career choice altogether that they imposed on me. They wanted me to pursue a degree in electrical engineering. It was never my choice, but it was either engineering or no college. Having no choice, and to be on the safer side, I decided to fall prey of their sinister move. I’m calling it sinister because life in college became unbearable form the word go.
I always felt left out attending the engineering classes, because I alas failed in exams. The stuff that was taught there was not my thing and thus grasping the content became problematic to me. Sooner rather than later, to get rid of the emptiness feeling in me, I started doing drugs with other kids at college as well as engaging in other unsocial behavior.
By the time my first year was ending, I had done more drugs than learning. A day just before we took a break for the summer holidays, I went on a drinking spree with some friends, and that night as we drove home while on the influence of alcohol, we were involved in an accidents. No one was badly injured, but we were taken in by the police who found some drugs on us and our parents summoned to come for us. My dad couldn’t hide his disappointment as he picked me from the police station. Luckily, none of us was sentenced.
When we arrived home that evening, I was subjected to a long tirade of ‘dos’ and ‘don’ts’ before my siblings and felt really ashamed. I had to leave them on the sitting room and lock myself in my room. I hated them. I even never ate supper that day. While in my room, I hatched a plan of how I would be moving out of the house and find somewhere to live on my own.
Poor Relationships with Teenagers can Cause Depression
By the time that they were up the following morning, I was gone. The life outside was not hospitable for me. I had to toil hard doing manual jobs to make a living. I couldn’t afford money for a decent house and I had to settle in the slums.
After about 5 months, my parents tracked me down. I was so weary and felt lost. They brought me home and decided that I needed to see a psychologist. Actually, I too felt that I needed one. I was taken to a psychoanalyst who was to help me in discerning the negative elements which were ruining my life. For the next 2 years, I attended several sessions, thrice a week for the analysis.
At first, I didn’t know how to recount my experiences to the therapist. However as I became free with the analysis, we became close and I felt that I trusted him. During the therapy sessions which lasted almost two hours, I would detail to him about my childhood and my troubled teen life as well as life in college. My pouring out the negative elements in my life, I always felt reprieved and the burden lessened. He helped me get back into track by shunning the life that I had acquired in college and I started a new chapter in life.
I joined college again and my parents allowed me to pursue a career of my choice. I graduated with good grades and got a good job. I believe that psychotherapy can help change how a person feels and perceives things, but what is of essence is for parents understanding kids and young adults and be ready to help them sail smoothly to adulthood. If that is correctly done, such a scenario like the one I was in may be unlikely to prevail.