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Saturday, September 4, 2010
With Friends Like That ...
I just spent the better part of the morning with the Blue Jay, weeding out her "Friends" list on Facebook. We went from roughly 400 "friends" down to 173. Which, really, is just as ridiculous as the 400 number when you think about it.
Yeah, yeah, I know. It's Facebook, for goodness sake. Play the game and shoot for 1000. Maybe even 2000.
Which is all fine and good if that's what you're into. And you don't have various challenges.
A couple of the Blue Jay's "friends" (actually, kids from school that she barely knew, if at all) started having some very interesting chats with her this past summer. About boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. And what you should do with your boyfriend. In graphic detail. If you get my drift. Yeah, that's what I said.
We only came to find out about it by chance, when the Blue Jay made a comment to her sister about something she wanted to "do" to her "boyfriend" (I could write a whole post on that particular relationship but suffice to say that it's a very safe relationship for the Blue Jay while still giving her that social status of having a "boyfriend").
I mean you need to get this - although at times she is pure teen attitude and her body is that of a 17-year-old, mentally she's about equivalent to a 9-year-old.
She has no interest in this stuff. At least not until other people instigate it. And instigate it they do. And interested she becomes. For the simple reason that she has been hearing that this is what everyone else does. And all she wants is to fit in with everyone else. To be like them and be accepted.
Leaving us suppose to do what exactly?
She is 17. She doesn't understand why she can't be like other 17-year-olds. Allowed to do the things they do and have the freedom they have. Even though she has absolutely no interest in three-quarters of the things they do. Let's just say that her real interests are at a much younger level.
And so we do our best to protect her from this foolishness. To keep her safe while at the same time trying to do do the near polar opposite and foster her independence.
I've heard it said that kids don't come with a manual. No joke. But neither do kids with special needs and let me tell you - I could really, really use one right now.