Yeah--bring in the professionals. It's a mantra. The professionals created it to expand their bureaucratic empire. I heard recently of a chap in his 60s acting up enough to get electroshock treatment and now they are taking him swimming and for days out to some well known tourist attractions. That's expansion.
The silly sod had been nagged to get rid of his lifelong love, his racing pigeons, just because he trod a bit of pigeon **** on to the tiled floor of the kitchen and into the patterns on the hall and lounge carpet and, on pigeon fancier's meeting days in the pub, up and down the stairs and all over the bathroom floor.
So there's an idea Katrina. Take him to see how men go about racing pigeons. He's bored. I can take boredom now. But not at 13. I've had a lot of practice. But I know some kids can't. They need an interest. And there's nothing new that's interesting. All the interesting stuff has been done. Now it's gimmicks. After 50 gimmicks gimmicks become boring. Pigeons are ideal. Take him down there, get him to stroke a pigeon, feed it, get the chap to name it after him, and if it wins a race you'll hardly ever see him after that. A good racing bike is a good idea. Henry Miller had one of them when he was a kid. So did I.
I presume he's allowed to go out unsupervised.
Once they stopped you belting the little monsters the bureaucracy started to expand something like a rubber dinghy does, or a two-seater space hopper, when you are blowing it up and being ordered to puff harder. Respect for men started diminishing after that milestone went by. When the men could no longer belt them they had nothing left to fear because Mom can't belt them because she loves them so much.
And it's the ones with the most life in them who get bored the quickest. So getting them bored is a fine expansion pump for the bureaucracy and the circle is complete.
The professionals, on purpose I suppose, do the entire opposite of what should be done. They make them the centre of attention. I can't think what I would do to avoid sitting in a room with three ******* adults discussing me!! Lord help us. I used to be mortified when the elderly ladies in the shop queue started going on about my little rosy cheeks.
The trouble with everybody advising you to get counselling is that if it goes wrong you will be able to dilute responsibility by saying that's what everybody said to do.
I'm not advising it on that information.