This 15 year old boy recently got grounded by his mom for being downstairs too much. He then wrote this letter to her, he wrote all by hand.
Could you analyze this, the amount of thought, and writing potential.
This was transcripted manually as the original was on paper.
Stop letting emotions dictate your actions. All I want in my everyday life is to be treated like other parents treat their children. All these yells I hear, all this stress, is from you. Don't read this? Whatever, but that shows how much you value our relationship. I want a mom that can maintain her anger. I want and need you to do this. You yell for the sake of nothing. You discipline in unreasonable ways where I beg you for mercy on behalf of Daniel(little brother). I worry for him. I don't want him to have the same childhood I did; parents yelling, doing something wrong and feeling that sense of dread when you do something wrong and knowing the consequences will ruin your week, if not month. You see every conversation between us as a debate. You limit my emotions, if I try to tell you how I feel about your behavior, you tell me to shut up or to stop guilt tripping you when you do the same. I write these notes because it's the only way I can interact with you without being interrupted. You guilt trip me too, and that's fine with you because apparently only you can do it. You're irritated by my presence. If I try to talk to you, the answer is always that you're busy or that I need to let you relax. All this, you think it makes me want to be upstairs? You think I like to be near someone who yells and insults me? You think this doesn't damage my mentality? My anxiety is from you. I talk to you, and I may bother you and that scares me. I have built this mentality that if someone looks approachable in any way, they probably aren't. I talk quietly because I am used to not bothering you. I'm lazy because I'm told to clean everyday and that's exhausting. You don't think I want to try to make it easier for myself? I'm a teenager, I need independence and a lot of alone time. That's another reason why I'm always downstairs. And you restrict that! You can't seem to let me have any sort of mental relief. I have nightmares of getting low grades. I feel ashamed to tell you about my time with my dad because all you do is bring him up. Your problems with him are your problems, yet you bring him up like I am him. I write these notes from my heart. I write these because it's an outlet for how I feel. I pray to god and maintain religiousness because one day, I hope he'll bless me by experiencing a day without you yelling at me or insulting me. I don't smile as much in photos because that's just how I am. But mami, control your hostility. Please. I'm scared to ask you a question or talk to you as it makes me feel I'm a bother, a nuisance. I am writing this letter to hopefully persuade you to be calmer. Stop grounding me for small things, stop treating our conversations like a debate. You criticize my favorite things like they're a disgrace to our heritage. Saying I eat like a caucasian and other things. This letter is not to hurt your feelings but to express mine. I get grounded monthly. I behave in school, get good grades but that isn;t enough to you. I always do something wrong. Yes, I like using my phone, Xbox and more. But I need independence mami. I need time alone, to relax about the stress of grades and chores. Whatever you do upstairs, I do the same downstairs in my room. You use your phone a lot, even when you're not working but when I use it for more than 20 minutes, it's too much. You've embarrassed me by doing your tantrums with Francisco (stepdad) in public. In front of Tara, Andrea (uncles' girlfriends) , my tios, everyone. You can't control your anger, but you have the audacity to tell me I have no self control. Every guest we've had, you've made a scene with Francisco or me or Daniel in front of them. You force me to do things I don't want to and threaten me, guilt trip me or just make a scene. I don't want to go to Mexico often but you call me ungrateful. Mami, I am grateful, I value your gifts. But among all these gifts, is a curse, your anger. When you're nice to me, it's only for a few seconds. But let me remind you of this, that one time in the airplane, we played that game on Daniel's iPad. Where you find things? I was sniffling and I said it was because I had a runny nose. But it was because that moment felt so amazing. It felt so good to have a good time with you. You enjoyed my presence, and to me, was the best thing I experienced this year. What I am trying to say is, I love you. Forgive you for all the times you've hurt me. But please, I'm almost 18. I want us to have a better relationship and my fear of bothering you to go away. I want more me time. I want you to not be so irritated. I only give you an attitude when you give me one, and when you're not, I'm sorry for that. But mami, grounding me for wanting some alone time that I require is unethical. You have no perceptiveness when you're mad at someone. You assume before you act. You yell at me for things I didn't even do yet. Like telling me I better not do something when I wasn't. The lack of trust you have, always acting like I'm going to sneak out or sell drugs. I just need you to respect my need for alone time, lower your hostility, have perceptiveness and consideration, think before you act. My hand is hurting but if I could, I'd write 3-4 more pages. Just know mami, I love you, and please, I hope you read this, this letter had so much thought in it. This isn't a guilt trip, it's not to hurt your feeling, it's to express mine.
Love you, Damian.
