With respect I think it’s often more complicated than that. I raised daughters. They did loads to help from the ages of about eight to around fourteen years of age. They emptied dw, folded laundry, paired socks, ran up and downstairs to fetch things, tidied their rooms, baked and cooked with me, made beds, walked the dog, helped put away the supermarket shopping, cleaned sinks. They did it willingly and were genuinely helpful! I had a rota with set chores and then could earn money by doing extra optional chores on top. I felt quite smug!
As soon as adolescence struck, that all
went out of the window. I had to nag them to do anything at all and the nagging got in the way of our relationship. It was miserable. I tried being understanding, I tried being strict, I tried withdrawing pocket money. Nothing worked. Not even when they were totally without funds. They dug their heels in, were fairly argumentative, and simply refused to help on a regularly basis. So I gave up. Not proud of it but they were doing well at school so I stopped asking them to do things at home.
It was much messier but the mood in the house improved. They sometimes had the urge to do domestic chores, on strictly their own terms, but they sometimes didn’t do anything for weeks. They got weekend jobs to fund their extra curricular activities and social lives. I no longer did their laundry or made their beds. Their rooms were pig styles at various times and then got deep cleaned by them when their friends were about to come over. I left it all up to them.
And do you know what? At nineteen years and twenty-three years respectively, they are now both very responsible young women, living independently, fairly competently, they cook for themselves and their accommodation is reasonably tidy. They share flats with others and have no problems at all with flatmates. In fact one of them is the person that encourages everyone else in the flat to clean the shared areas properly. They could prepare a few more healthy home cooked meals I suppose but all in all they are doing ok.
The moral of this story = adolescence is a phase. Sometimes it’s a difficult phase. Try not to stress op. This too shall pass!