@tea-sipping-zombie thanks for the advice but he is well versed on the effects of peer pressure due to various exploits online with friends in the gaming community, moving from a city to a rural locale and socialising in general.
He knows what peer pressure is, is able to explain it to his own friends and also calls peer pressure when he sees it.

I probably didn’t explain the situation very well, but K is deliberately swearing to see how we react as parents to him being “contrary”.

I also hold my child every single day, upwards of 10 times a day. I’m a bit offended tbh and don’t really know what trapping him in a car for a talk would do. I respect him enough (and vice versa) to have a conversation and give him an out if he’s done talking.

Since K has turned 11, we’re suddenly getting a bit of attitude.
I find it seriously difficult to chastise him and often walk off giggling, hollering for my Wife to reprimand him whilst trying to keep a straight face.
The otherday he lamented about something by saying “that’s bullshit!” – and I mean, it WAS in the totally correct context and I was saying the same thing in my head. But he can’t be swearing like that.
I lost my shit and laughed heartily before explaining why it’s not a great idea.
Bad parenting 101 right here, lol.

It’s not as though we swear around him, but I’ve noticed his friends are starting to occasionally and he thinks it’s interesting to swear around us to evoke a reaction of some kind.

re: your last post – I’m the same. Being stealth is great, but shit it’s hard at times. I’m recovering from phallo right now and it’s tough having to lie to everyone around me about why I had surgery. I hope you’re happy with your life for the most part, though.

I hear you.
I’m exceptionally happy with my life, but every now and then I feel a bit isolated and alone.
It certainly feels that way when you have to alter old childhood stories, omit certain truths etc.

I don’t think enough people speak about this aspect of being stealth.
Also congratulations on your surgery, heal quickly.

Musings.

I am feeling stifled here, intermittently.
I yearn to have some interactions with other trans people.
But then I remember previous groups and social events and wonder if I actually do want that interaction….

It’s gotten warm here recently.
This morning has been spent in our backyard watching K run back and forth through the garden sprinklers squealing with delight.

I always try to burn these images into my memory.

That post got taken down because apparently people can’t respect a simple ‘don’t reblog please’ request and it began making me feel uneasy.

Edit: that someone apparently relishes in reblogging things people ask not to. This is why we can’t have nice things.