Would it still be sexual assault if you sent a text to tell her that you're gonna have a **** thinking about her ?
Yeah we all get there eventually. It makes me wonder how accurate my memory of myself as a teenager is, my parents suggest I was difficult but I remember being very independent and not home a lot. I suspect they may have a point now that I'm older and dealing with my own kids behaviour.
mine early on said if you're not coming home you have to phone and let us know but after a while even that disappeared . Thinking back must have been pretty worrying having me off out to the early hours or not even coming home as it clearly wasn't that common as i went 10 years never having seen another chair user out and about in the pubs / clubs possibly as you did need mates willing and able to drag you up flights of stairs .
Can't say I was a problem teenager in the true sense of the word... Left school at 15 Working full-time at 16 Left home at 17 Prison by 18 joke that bit Now old and don't give a shhite anymore.
I gave my folks no end of grief as a teenager. Drink and drugs. Going to parties and not returning home for 3 days. Got done for criminal damage (although that wasn't my fault). Lying about where I was going and getting caught. Hanging out with football hooligans and almost getting sucked into that lifestyle. My old dear is a proper mumsy type too so I must have caused her so much stress. She was a bit over protective, and I think that's what made me go in the other direction. I've already told my daughter that as long as she tells me the truth, no matter what she's doing, that she'll never be in trouble with me. I know what I was like as a teenager and I don't want her to think that she has to hide stuff from me to have her freedoms. But I'm under no illusion that she will test me
I was self aware enough to know the road I was going down and it ended up that a night in saved me, 2 of the lads I was due hang around with got caught turning over a house I wonder if I'd have got caught up in it. Was in Cardiff the next day just hanging around and wondering what to do with my life and I just happened to see the forces recruitment place and I walked in just so happens the guy at the RAF desk asked if he could help first or I might have gone Army or Navy, 3 months later I started training.
I used to go to watch Arsenal with my old man, then when I was about 15 I started going with my mates, one of whom was a lot older (about 22 I think) so my folks were like 'oh he's with a responsible adult so it's okay'. Couldn't have been further from the truth as he was a part of the firm, and he introduced me to other hooligans. At the time I though it was exhilarating although I never got involved in the actual fighting, I was just a little oik with a ****ty attitude. Remember seeing some ****ing horrible stuff around grounds, in pubs and at stations. I saw some guy get his front teeth smashed out on a kerb at West Ham once and that was the moment for me when I realised that could be me next week. After that my slow slide into Hippiedom began
Standing on your head dressed as a French maid reciting Shakespeare ? what level of daft are we talking here ?
