My adult daughter and teenage son are confident. Both have had stages of being incredibly shy and and my dd had severe anxiety in her teens.
My thoughts have been giving them a secure home life that’s consistent. It hasn’t been easy. Their Dad had a massive mental health break, became abusive and we had to leave. He refused help and now lives off grid and rarely sees them.
When he was seeing them there was very little stability. A parade of girlfriends, who usually had kids each tried to convince them, they should accept as siblings, constantly living house etc.
I have had one dp, who doesn’t live with us. But lives down the road and does support them and me when we need it. He will be there when ds gets home if I can’t. He is an extra person for them to go to. He doesn’t act like their Dad, but makes sure they know he is there if they need him. Dd and her friends getting harassed by a man in Leeds a few weeks ago and as soon as dd called me he was in the car on his way for them. He asked where they were, said to stay in a public place and he would call her when he was nearby.
Since he stepped back and they have consistency at home with me (it’s been about 5 years) they have really come out of their shell. Ds took my mums death really badly and we had a few steps back there. It shook his world. He is autistic and he didn’t realise people could die without being ill. Everyone he knew who had died was ill and we had warning. They could be here one morning and gone that night. It made him very afraid that his grandad would die in the same way, or I would, or his sister would. But we made sure he had an outlet for those feelings and could express them. We talked him through mums death certificate and explained it all to him. Allowed him to ask questions. Allowed him to be sad when he missed her. Helped him through some panic attacks. I was honest about my feelings. That I felt I was panicking and could breathe when I thought about not seeing her again.
I tried to recognise what each child needed and help them in a way that works for them. But as they have got older I take the road of supporting them to deal with situations themselves. I will get involved if they need me to. Give advice if they need me to. But ultimately support their decisions. Luckily neither have made a decision I really disagree with or are dangerous.
That said, I think there’s luck involved. The nearest school to us has been incredible with Ds and he has really grown in confidence since moving there from primary. They are very supportive of his autism and that’s really helped. It was lucky that was the school he got. Dd has had the same core group of friends since she was 4. One even went to the same Uni and they flat share. That’s luck.
I have been able to grow my career in the last few years so I can afford to pay for additional things for them. Dd recently was able to borrow my employers accommodation in London to attend events with prospective future employers. That’s been a lot of luck. Her Uni has been incredible for her and she has had opportunities that have been incredible. She has also chased down many opportunities herself.
and of course their Dad could have carried on causing chaos in their lives.
Plenty has been down to luck. Even my choice of how to deal with an individual situation. I think as parents we can only do what we think is the best thing at the time. How it works out is anyone’s guess.