When Your Child Grows Up to Be a Monster

Like most people, the 2012 Sandy Hook Elementary School massacre cut me to the core. I blogged about it, trying to find a lesson for humanity. Having lost a sibling myself, I wrote an open letter to kids who lost a brother or sister, hoping to offer them something useful, if not comforting.

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But I’ll be honest: I didn’t spend much time dwelling on the question of whether my children could ever grow up to do such a thing. Like most parents, I try hard not to consider such things. It’s too uncomfortable and implausible.

But after reading a New Yorker interview with Peter Lanza — father of killer Adam Lanza — I realize it’s an issue we can’t ignore.

The article has gotten a lot of attention from the mainstream media, and just about every headline captures a statement Peter makes deep in the interview: He wishes Adam had never been born.

That statement is all the more a kick to the gut because it comes after he describes a son who didn’t start out as a monster. In fact, Peter says, Adam started out as a “normal little weird kid.” He remembers playing LEGOs with his son and notes that he didn’t see things starting to go wrong with the boy until he was a teenager.

Since December 2012, Peter has had to live with the knowledge that his son murdered innocent children and educators. His last name has become poisonous, though he decided not to change it, determining that he can’t hide from what happened. Nor has he tried.

It goes to show how as a parent, you can invest heart and soul to ensure your children grow into forces for good. You can do everything right, in fact. And sometimes, that’s still not enough.

When I look at my offspring, I see two beautiful boys with hearts as big as the solar system. They are smart, caring and driven to overcome obstacles. Erin and I have put a lot of effort into making sure they turn out right, and we think we’re on the right track. Duncan is challenged with ADHD and mild autism, but he’s made huge progress in recent months. We’re very proud of him.

Staring at that picture, it’s inconceivable to me that they’d grow up to be anything less than awesome.

But Peter Lanza thought that once about his son.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not bracing myself to watch my kids go down dark, twisted paths. Most kids grow into good men and women despite a variety of obstacles. The dark seeds are few and far between.

But still, you never know, do you?

As parents, all we can do is take life one day at a time and embrace the precious present. All we can do is be the best parents we can be.

I’ll keep doing that, and I’ll pray hard for Peter Lanza. I hope the man can find some peace.

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Lego Movie Revelation: I Was Evil Lord Business

We went as a family to see The Lego Movie a couple weeks ago and loved it. I was particularly fond of the goth-metal Batman. But I also saw a lot of my old self in Lord Business, the film’s evil villain.

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Editor’s Note: If you don’t like spoilers, stop reading now.

Lord Business wants to glue everything solid so no one can mess with his carefully constructed universe. To do this, he plans to use a superweapon called the “Kragle” — a tube of Krazy Glue with the label partially rubbed off. If you want to see real Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder personified, Lord Business is your man.

He hates chaos and wants to do something to stop it. By unleashing the Kragle, he hopes to make it impossible for others to come along and “mess with his stuff.”

When my OCD was at it’s worst, I craved order. I’ve also been the parent of two toddlers. And as we all know, toddlers are messy.

By the end of a typical day, Sean and Duncan would routinely transformed the living room into a sea of debris, with toys covering the carpet and blankets and couch cushions tossed about randomly (the cushions still make me crazy).

I went absolutely mad on a daily basis, trying to stay one step ahead of the chaos, picking up toys and cushions as the kids deposited them on the floor. They’d dump stuff, I’d pick it up, and they’d dump more stuff. It got so bad that my heart felt like it would explode every time.

It led to me yelling at the kids a lot. That yelling is what made me start to look in the mirror and contemplate big changes in my life.

I won’t lie: I still don’t like chaos. But I have, for the most part, learned to peacefully co-exist with it. It helps that the kids are older and, though still messy, there’s more of an order to their messiness. They’re also old enough to clean up after themselves now.

Lord Business ultimately sees the error of his ways and has a change of heart.

I doubt the people who made this movie set out to create an OCD case study. But like most films made for children, you can pull plenty of life lessons from this one.

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Big Dumb Sex, Dumber Men

I’ve seen a lot of dumb things on the Return of Kings website. There was the “Five Reasons to Date a Girl with an Eating Disorder” and another rant about how women who don’t reproduce hurt society. Now there’s an article about how society owes men sex.

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Now, it wouldn’t be fair to criticize without looking at the background of the site. Return of Kings is described as “a blog for heterosexual, masculine men. It’s meant for a small but vocal collection of men in America today who believe men should be masculine and women should be feminine.” I believe in free speech. Accordingly, I think the authors have the right to say what they want, no matter how ridiculous I find it. It’s possible, too, that the authors’ ultimate goal is satire.

There’s also a surge in troll blogging, where headlines like those above are tossed out to get a reaction. But since there are those who will take the headlines seriously, not seeing it for what it is, someone has to occasionally respond and debunk.

In the latest article, the author claims that sex is a birthright of the male species, an important status symbol. Men who aren’t rewarded with a good woman are looked down upon, and the more of them there are, the more society decays.

From the post:

A tribe that fails to set up its young men with women keeps false faith on its side of the social contract. If they won’t get you a woman they’re telling you you’re worthless—that you don’t deserve to pass down your line. They don’t want you. A group that values you makes sure you have sexual relationships that bind you to your people and give you a stake that you’ll be willing to defend when the going gets tough. Because they value you, they want your genes in the next generation

A group that does nothing to help, or outright cockblocks you, is just a parasite that feeds on itself. It becomes a society of death that  prevents reproduction, setting the sexes against each other, tearing them apart. It becomes like a planet with an acid atmosphere and crushing gravity; a place hostile to human life.

There’s the suggestion that women are trophies; that sex is a man’s reward for being manly. To believe the post is to believe that intimacy is something you win like the spoils of war. There’s nothing in here about mutual respect and love.

Some people see sex as an extracurricular activity, a casual thing. I see nothing wrong with that. If that’s what makes both partners happy, who am I to judge?

Others see it as the author of that post: something a man needs to be respected. Women can experience the same pressure.

I was a late bloomer who wasted a lot of time worrying about the pursuit of sex. I had lousy luck and therefore felt subhuman. It’s a very common experience. Once I got there, I felt dumb for making such a big deal about it in the first place.

No one owed me anything. For me, it was simply a matter of finding true love, which I ultimately did.

The folks at Return of Kings can have their big, dumb sex and write all they want about what it takes to be a man. It doesn’t make them right, and it doesn’t mean we have to believe them.

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25 Things That Won’t Really Piss Off Friends With OCD

The Dorm Stormer website has a photo spread of about 25 things it claims will piss off friends with OCD.

As someone who does have OCD, let me offer my two cents.

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Straightaway, the photo spread strikes me as dumb: I don’t feel irritated or insulted. It lacks cleverness and real humor.

OCD humor done well is something I enjoy. If you can make me laugh about the condition I live with every day, then I salute you. But you have to do it well, and this article doesn’t. It falls back on the oldest clich&eactue;s in the book.

The misspelled words on the parking lot pavement? If I saw it in front of me I’d have a good laugh, take a picture and put it on Twitter and Facebook. But the sight of it would not yank my triggers.

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Same goes for the orange juice in the grocery section marked “eggs.”

The mismatched soda bottles and crooked pictures? That shit got old a long time ago.

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The examples used barely scratch the surface of what true OCD suffering is about — the constant worry and paranoia, the sleepless nights, the stress-induced amplification of addictive behavior, the fear of leaving one’s house and having to talk to other people.

My friend, if you found imagery to lampoon that stuff, I’d me lapping it up.

Try again.

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So You Wanna Blog About Your Demons

Quite a few people are starting to share stories about their mental health challenges and other demons. Some ponder if they should start blogging about it. Having written such a blog for almost five years now, here’s my take.

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If you feel you have reached the right point in your journey to start sharing, then do it. If nothing else, it will help you keep things in perspective. I always feel better after I’ve torn a few skeletons from my closet and tossed them to the light.

Once you expose them, they seem a lot smaller. Chances are you will also touch a few people who need to know they’re not alone; that they’re dealing with the stuff that makes us all human. They need to see proof that they are not freaks.

If you are still at the beginning of figuring out your issues and you’re in that confused state where you don’t know up from down, it might be better to start writing just for yourself. Fill notebooks but don’t share yet. Wait until you reach a point in recovery where you’re ready to come out. Then you can take what you wrote when emotions were still raw and put them out there along with fresh perspective of where you’ve been since then.

When I started this blog, I wanted to break stigmas and make people more comfortable outing their own demons. Not many people were doing it back then. Today, many are taking the leap. Whether I’ve influenced any of it is for others to determine. All I know is that I’m happy to see it.

Whatever you decide to do, know that I admire you and gain extra strength from the experiences you already share.

Godspeed and good luck.

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