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Just a quiet BDay coffee, what could go wrong? A teenager, that's what.
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Underneath the yelling is a messier identity, plus insecurity, plus an audience dynamic. A speech impediment is already exhausting for a teenager, especially one who is convinced nobody understands anything she says. Add a parent who is trying to keep things moving, correct the moment, stay calm, and still get everyone to school on time, and it turns into a collision. The kid is not only mad at the name, she is mad at the situation, the therapy homework, the fact that confidence does not arrive on a schedule just because adults say it should.
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She Chose My Birthday To Fight About This
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I'm guessing this is how mom imagined her birthday, well, teen daughter had other plans.
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Parents get stuck in the worst role here, referee and emotional punching bag. The mom is expected to stay regulated while someone else goes full volume, then also absorb the shame of being stared at in a Starbucks line like she brought live theater to the counter. Even the calm responses can land like control to a kid who already feels out of control.
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Then it’s the small detail that makes the whole scene sting, the kid can order the complicated drink just fine, but freezes on her own name, and the mom fills it in, and suddenly that help becomes the trigger. The kid escalates, the mom threatens consequences, and the birthday treat starts tasting like damage control.
Some mornings are not about coffee, they are about surviving the loudest person in the car.
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