My daughter is the only one in the house who reads this column. My wife doesn’t have the time, and even if she does, she already experiences all the awfulness of being with me and doesn’t really need to get it printed as well.
The eldest son makes fun of me for writing for a newspaper “like in the old days” but never pays attention to it, while the little ones only know about it that they can’t play Roblox one day a week because dad crazy is computer breakdown in the kitchen.
But my daughter reads it because she’s smart enough to know that as an adult I can’t write about her without her consent. I strongly suspect it’s only a matter of time before she sues me for defamation, even though she’s using my subscription to log in and read, which is technically theft.
I forget that she’s reading it, and from time to time I mention something and she says wearily, “Yeah, you wrote a column about that.” The downside of her readership is that she knows things I probably wouldn’t have told her directly, like my past drug use.
“Previous drug use” is probably an exaggeration as it sounds a lot more dramatic than “brief stint in the narcotics world”. This is not A million little pieces — I made some bad decisions, but at 24 I was as clean as a man can get while still drinking heavily. I don’t particularly regret this time, but I would always take the caveat that drugs obviously do massive damage — I know enough people who’ve lost their minds and lives to the pursuit of pharmacological self-destruct to know that it’s not a nanny -Stateism, holding some things illegal.
But do you know where some things are legal? Amsterdam. And you know who just booked a three day trip there with their mate? my beloved daughter Of course, my first reaction when I heard that she was going to the dam was to force her to watch the important documentary out of stockwhich shows what happens when young women go on city breaks in Europe without a violent man to protect them from other violent men.
I keep telling her that unlike Liam Neeson, I don’t have skills that would make me a trafficker’s nightmare, so who’s going to save her if she gets kidnapped? Interpol?
Do they have the bricks to wire an Albanian gang member to a lightbulb through his kneecaps to get the information? I do not think so. I doubt they could even pull off a leather jacket like Liamo does.
But apparently my warnings went unheeded and she’s still going, and I assume given the town and her age, at some point she may or may not go to a coffee shop and may or may not consume a brownie containing some type of narcotic.
So I have to be realistic here – I can say, “Don’t do that, promise me you won’t do that, I would never do that”. Or I can take the harm reduction approach – “not, but if you must, be sensible – nibble, don’t eat everything, take your time, take care of yourself, take care of your friend, mingle.” not with alcohol”. It’s counterintuitive because as a parent, you feel like you’re asking them to do something that could potentially involve significant risk of harm — it feels like I’m saying, “Don’t touch dropped power cords, but look, if you really want to do it, just wipe your hand on it and you’ll probably be fine”.
But I’m the last person who should be pushing for a ban here. I would prefer she never touches drugs, and I count alcohol and tobacco among them, but I can’t overstate the issue morally either, but I can take my experience and use it for something valuable, like telling my child that drugs generally take more than they give and that if she can afford a weekend in Amsterdam she can definitely pay for her subscription to it herself Irish Independent.
https://www.independent.ie/life/family/parenting/i-made-some-poor-choices-around-drugs-but-by-24-i-was-as-clean-as-a-guy-can-get-while-still-drinking-a-lot-41500125.html I’ve made some bad drug decisions, but at 24 I was as clean as a guy can get while still drinking heavily