I think I posted about my family previously here. How they kicked me out when I was 18, due to a whole slew of things, the most important being religion.
ANYHOW, the last time I talked to them(mom and dad) was in January(there was a falling out), and I just called them yesterday, trying to get in touch with my brother. Dad said he wasn't home, and didn't know where he was, and didn't know when he was coming home(usual, my bro goes places without telling anyone, and comes home whenever he fancies). Then, a little while later my dad called back, told me he should probably tell me the truth, and told me my brother left. he's living somewhere else now, and they have no idea where. he's 17(turning 18 next month)
His crowd is not a very happy one. What I mean is, these friends are a group of mentally distraught, drug addicted, academically struggling, teens. My brother started smoking in middle school. He smokes AT school, and gets in trouble for it. He was caught selling more illicit drugs within the past 8 months. It goes without saying, he is in trouble with the courts many times over. He does not have a job, save when he goes to my grandfather's house to "earn" something. (I say "earn" because my grandfather practically gives out money.)
Many of his friends come from broken families. A lot of their parents are divorced, one of his friend's divorced dads have committed suicide. His friends ARE the drug crowd. They are the kids who will sell you whatever drug you will buy. His friends are the type, who, a few years back, killed a man (and scattered his remains throughout the neighboring towns because he didn't pay up on his drug debt. My brother though the man deserved it. All of his friends go to an alternative school(the school that teens go to if they know they wont graduate HS on time, or to get their GED. A lot of pregnant teens go to this school as well(they have a day care).
My brother, my mom, and her dad all have very violent attitudes. My Grandfather will yell and scream for a very long time if you moved something out of its place and now he can't find it. Something happened in the past which caused my mom to not talk to him for years(this was before i was born). My mom has a history of hitting and yelling. She used to hit me if she didn't like my opinion on certain matters(she would read an article about something that supposedly happpend in the middle east, or something that some world leader said, or something that some mid-east, anti muslim, or muslim blogger wrote, and ask me how I felt about it. if I felt "wrong" about it, i.e. if she judged my feelings to be wrong, or different from how I should feel, she would get up from the computer desk, and chase me, pry my bedroom door open and hit me until my dad pulled her away because he was getting worried I was about to die, or until she had finished pouring all of her anger out onto me. My brother, he swears loudly over the littlest of things(and sometimes just so he can hear himself swear) is physically violent I still have a scar from when he stabbed me with a pencil, years ago. He Punches(really hard) for fun, and "joke punched" me in the stomach when I was 4 months pregnant(it looked like he was going to punch me(really hard), but he stopped right before actually touching me). and My dad told me that he had punched a hole in the wall(one of the reasons why they wanted him gone)
My parents are strangely strict. They are strict about the silliest little things, mainly because they feel like they have to be strict about it so they can be good parents. To add to that, they are not consistent. For example, we would be told we have to be home at 9:00(not 9:01, and by 9:10, we were in BIG trouble) but, my brother was cutting himself, doing drugs, swearing, and that was relatively fine.
Recently, my brother has been threatening suicide. I feel like there is a pretty good chance that he would go through with it too. My parents don't think so though. They think its an empty threat, and decided its too much stress to have "that" (i.e. threat of suicide) in the house. (another reason why they are glad he is gone.) I think he needs help. I worry that my brother is going to commit suicide, and even though my parents admitted that its probably a call for help, they don't want to help him.
They sent him away(to who knows where) because of his lack of court compliance, irresponsibility(he bought a dagger with the little money he earned(from grandfather) instead of saving it to pay off his court fines.) the drugs, punching a hole in the wall, coming home late(11pm), and threatening suicide. They told him to leave. They said "either go back to see D(therapist), come home on time, and shape up, or leave." so he left. he doesn't have a job, and he's probably getting into more trouble now.
ARGH! I guess they just can't parent teens. I don't get it!
I'm worried about my brother though, something needs to be done, and I feel like I'm the only one who can do it. But what?
I don't even understand how a 17 year old can run away from home, and that it is ok with his parents. and that its ok legally. I really felt like calling CPS on them. And I probably should have. Then maybe my brother wouldn't be in this mess!
ANYHOW, the last time I talked to them(mom and dad) was in January(there was a falling out), and I just called them yesterday, trying to get in touch with my brother. Dad said he wasn't home, and didn't know where he was, and didn't know when he was coming home(usual, my bro goes places without telling anyone, and comes home whenever he fancies). Then, a little while later my dad called back, told me he should probably tell me the truth, and told me my brother left. he's living somewhere else now, and they have no idea where. he's 17(turning 18 next month)
His crowd is not a very happy one. What I mean is, these friends are a group of mentally distraught, drug addicted, academically struggling, teens. My brother started smoking in middle school. He smokes AT school, and gets in trouble for it. He was caught selling more illicit drugs within the past 8 months. It goes without saying, he is in trouble with the courts many times over. He does not have a job, save when he goes to my grandfather's house to "earn" something. (I say "earn" because my grandfather practically gives out money.)
Many of his friends come from broken families. A lot of their parents are divorced, one of his friend's divorced dads have committed suicide. His friends ARE the drug crowd. They are the kids who will sell you whatever drug you will buy. His friends are the type, who, a few years back, killed a man (and scattered his remains throughout the neighboring towns because he didn't pay up on his drug debt. My brother though the man deserved it. All of his friends go to an alternative school(the school that teens go to if they know they wont graduate HS on time, or to get their GED. A lot of pregnant teens go to this school as well(they have a day care).
My brother, my mom, and her dad all have very violent attitudes. My Grandfather will yell and scream for a very long time if you moved something out of its place and now he can't find it. Something happened in the past which caused my mom to not talk to him for years(this was before i was born). My mom has a history of hitting and yelling. She used to hit me if she didn't like my opinion on certain matters(she would read an article about something that supposedly happpend in the middle east, or something that some world leader said, or something that some mid-east, anti muslim, or muslim blogger wrote, and ask me how I felt about it. if I felt "wrong" about it, i.e. if she judged my feelings to be wrong, or different from how I should feel, she would get up from the computer desk, and chase me, pry my bedroom door open and hit me until my dad pulled her away because he was getting worried I was about to die, or until she had finished pouring all of her anger out onto me. My brother, he swears loudly over the littlest of things(and sometimes just so he can hear himself swear) is physically violent I still have a scar from when he stabbed me with a pencil, years ago. He Punches(really hard) for fun, and "joke punched" me in the stomach when I was 4 months pregnant(it looked like he was going to punch me(really hard), but he stopped right before actually touching me). and My dad told me that he had punched a hole in the wall(one of the reasons why they wanted him gone)
My parents are strangely strict. They are strict about the silliest little things, mainly because they feel like they have to be strict about it so they can be good parents. To add to that, they are not consistent. For example, we would be told we have to be home at 9:00(not 9:01, and by 9:10, we were in BIG trouble) but, my brother was cutting himself, doing drugs, swearing, and that was relatively fine.
Recently, my brother has been threatening suicide. I feel like there is a pretty good chance that he would go through with it too. My parents don't think so though. They think its an empty threat, and decided its too much stress to have "that" (i.e. threat of suicide) in the house. (another reason why they are glad he is gone.) I think he needs help. I worry that my brother is going to commit suicide, and even though my parents admitted that its probably a call for help, they don't want to help him.
They sent him away(to who knows where) because of his lack of court compliance, irresponsibility(he bought a dagger with the little money he earned(from grandfather) instead of saving it to pay off his court fines.) the drugs, punching a hole in the wall, coming home late(11pm), and threatening suicide. They told him to leave. They said "either go back to see D(therapist), come home on time, and shape up, or leave." so he left. he doesn't have a job, and he's probably getting into more trouble now.
ARGH! I guess they just can't parent teens. I don't get it!
I'm worried about my brother though, something needs to be done, and I feel like I'm the only one who can do it. But what?
I don't even understand how a 17 year old can run away from home, and that it is ok with his parents. and that its ok legally. I really felt like calling CPS on them. And I probably should have. Then maybe my brother wouldn't be in this mess!
