Cote
When I was 15, I was sleeping with older men. I also used to get regularly trollied on LSD, Ecstacy and the like.
Guess what. My mother didn't know about it. She had no idea.
(Because actually, I was great at hiding it.)
Doesn't make my mum a bad mum, it makes her human and fallible, like most mums of teenagers.
She was happy to let me go on holidays by myself cos I was brilliant at playing the innocent, responsible teenager.
So yes, Cote, if I thought my teenager was responsible and I didn't know she was taking powerful hallucinogenic drugs and I actually didn't know she was sleeping with someone, as the mother in this case says, then I might well leave her somewhere on her own.
(I travelled round the Middle East on my own when I was 17, incidentally. Got into a few sticky situations. I was lucky.)
You know what I think is bothering most of you judgers on this thread? You can't stand the idea that sometimes, shit happens, and there's nothing you can do about it. You have to blame it on someone else - oooh, if the mother hadn't done this, if the mother hadn't done that. Because you're all scared to admit that however much we love our children and care for them, sometimes shit happens. It can happen when we let them go on holiday on their own. It can happen when we let them walk to school on their own. It can happen when we let them play outside. It is sheer, blind bad luck or fate or whatever.
It's a scary thought, but not as scary as the thought that your teenage girl can be raped and murdered and the vultures will be lining the fucking funeral route, gleefully cawing all the way.
Signing off this thread now, it's making me too angry.