Hi
Im new to the boards here but I would like to put in a message to all teenage parents... My 14yo son - to me - is a great guy, typical sibling rivalry with his younger bro, room tidying a problem, etc.. so all seems normal? He works hard at school - great! He works hard for his pocket money - Great! I trusted him to go out with his friends, band practice etc. We have rules that he dies try to push now and again - he always contacts me if he is going to be even 5 mins late in.I know where he is, who he is with and when he is going to be home. Until....
He arranges to go out one friday evening with his friends. "In time" arrives - no show, no call. I worry half and hour later and drive round the local area - saw youngsters (12-14yolds) drinking from bottles in the blazing lights of the supermarket. I am even more worried that son isn't where he said he would be... his mobile isn't connecting. I go home and phone the police. They are not all that forthcoming, to say the least. An hour later I get a call from the police asking if he had come home - he hadn't. They would now start looking for him and contact me in an hour. After an hour and a half I couldn't stand it any longer. My "baby" wasn't anywhere to be found! I phoned the hospitals. One had an "unknown male" brought in a few hours earlier - worse for wear, under the influence of alcohol etc... This couldn't be my son, surely??? I described what he was wearing, etc... to my horror, it turned out to be him. So, at 1.30am I was on my way to the hospital to find my lovely son laying on a trolley in A&E with a drip attached. The hospital was fantastic. They thought he was a young adult... they were totally shocked to know he was only (just) 14. He was safe and snoring. The hospital wanted to keep him there so I went home and collected him the next morning.
Apparently he had knocked on a door to use a telephone... he looks older than he is and was turned away. Thankfully the house owner kept an eye on him as he stumbled through some barbed wire into a field, where he fell asleep. This person then called an ambulance.
I wish I knew who it was so that I could a)aplogise and b)thank them.
It was a cold, wet night. My son could have died in that field.
It turns out that my son had bought a bottle of vodka from a local shop. He had earned his pocket money and had saved up.
Keep a close eye on your teenagers. I know we need to give some trust but be careful how much. check the amount of money they have on them.
One final piece of advice: Get a list of friends phone numbers - home and mobile. This is very important.
Thanks for letting me tell you of my nightmare. I am sure I am not alone.