Feel your pain mate, I've had to walk away a few times with my almost twelve year old too. Just keep reminding myself that you have to have another level to go to if the current punishment doesn't work
I know this is slightly off topic but seeing as we're talking about kids being addicted to ****. My teenage daughters and make-up. Seriously, what the fck! Controlling my son on Fifa is far easier by comparison.
I played Animal crossing for about 18 hours straight once. Did some hosting, visiting. Island games to get rare items there. Massive turnip trading to make bells and caught a **** load of bugs and fish. What a day!
There was a kid on this morning last year, He was 15 and he didn’t go to school, Because he was playing Fortnite all day.
How was he on this morning last year Matth? I've never played Fortnite, is there time travel involved? Is that why he missed school.
I understand you're trying to do what's best but be careful not to isolate him from his friends. Taking all games away that his mates have will lead to him having the piss taken out of him as well as being pretty damn miserable. The kid at school without the cool thing got bullied in my experience. He'll also hate you for it and won't forget. Better to regulate imo.
He still has a phone and tablet but as far as the games go I'm not backing down. Although it was accidental he caused himself physical harm through the aggression the game raised in him and I'm simply not having it in my home. please log in to view this image
This could lead to Columbine if you're not careful. That or heavy drugs and fencing. I've seen it happen.
A Valleys version of Columbine would probably consist of bunking off for a bit and eating too many kebabs followed by a teacher being called a **** and a weeks suspension.
Tombstone him off the top of the stairs mate, he will probably end up with severe spinal injuries and gaming will be very low on his list of priorities at that point. Win/Win.
@luvgonzo I’m going to tell you this true story in the hope that it may assist and comfort you. When I was 9, my youngest’s current age, I called my Mother “a lucky c*nt!” during a family round of Ludo, one balmy Summer’s evening, in 1972. I’d got upset and carried away, see. I didn’t even know what a c*nt was. I’d heard one of the bigger boys, at school, use the term, and it got an approving chuckle from all the other boys. I thought I was being witty. My Mother chased me around the garden, with me screaming “I’m sorry!” and “What the fcuk did I do wrong!” Eventually, she caught me, and beat seven barrels of **** out me. I have remembered that beating to this day, and I have never again called my Mother a “c*nt.” We continued to play Ludo for many years, although my fondness for the game did wane. I suppose the moral of my story is, don’t blame the game, blame the child. Instead, take Spurly’s advice and beat the Hell out of the little fcuker. It never did me any harm.
And by ‘Chased me round the garden’, you mean you slipped over and knocked yourself unconscious as soon as you stood up from the table to run away... you can’t fool us mate, we know you ****ed up but it’s a cool story anyway.
No, Tel. I bolted for my life. She chased me three times round the garden before catching me. These days, she wouldn’t stand a chance, as her hips are a bit dodgy, but back then she was very nimble.
