In the middle of the night, instead of being home snuggled up in bed
You were roaming the streets of the city.
Free of rules, free of stupid adults, free to do what you want.
I know you feel old enough to make your own decisions
We all did at sixteen.
You think the adults around you are full of shit despite their love and support of you
You decide daily to do “what the fuck I want”.
But sweetie, how’s that working for you?
Last night you were punched and had your things stolen
Thank the gods that was all that happened.
A few weeks ago you were being manhandled, jabbed with meds and locked up in seclusion
Could I suggest that doing ‘what the fuck you want’ is not working too well?
Listen would you my dearest YaYa
You are not old enough.
You will be…But not yet.
Your brain has years left to form, your experience is minimal hence wisdom zero;
These are facts not judgements.
We don’t set boundaries to hurt you frustrate you or drive you nuts
We set boundaries to protect you, to keep you safe
Because we love you and want you to grow into a strong, good, healthy woman.
Please hear me YaYa
The risks you take are far too big
And bigger is the fear we hold for you.