My friend has lived in the city I’m residing in for his whole life. It’s kind of a small town so he knows some of the homeless people we see. He’s known some of them since first grade.
One thing I’ve learned is, it doesn’t matter how much money a family has. Having money doesn’t make you a “good family” or “good parents”. Some of the folks out here sleeping on the street grew up in the nicest of homes. The ones people ooo and ah over. By the ocean.
My friend says a lot of these people, when they were teens always had weed or worse on them. Great quantities of it. Where were these kids getting the money for all these drugs? If these parents didn’t know what their kids were up to, it’s because they didn’t want to. Too busy getting their tingles.
When my daughter was a freshman in highschool I found out one of her friends was drinking. I immediately forbid my daughter from seeing her friend. I also had an opportunity to speak to the girl. I told her she couldn’t spend time with my daughter anymore. I got INVOLVED.
Thing is, I had always been involved and my daughter knew it. She knew she was a high priority in my life. Higher than my social life. Higher than my job. Higher than my entertainment. So we talked about this and although she was sad that she couldn’t see her friend, she understood why I imposed this restriction on her. She knew if she rebelled against it, I would impose MORE restrictions on her and I would follow through. I had established a track record with her. She knew I meant business.
Fortunately her friend straightened out her life and the girls were allowed to spend time together again.
Another friend of my daughter’s didn’t straighten out. When she got into trouble her (single) father would throw up his hands and say, “I don’t know what to do!” Sure he did. He just didn’t have the guts to do it. Stop giving her money. Stop buying her fashionable clothes all the time. Restrict her. Make her sit at the kitchen table with you so she can’t escape.
It’s not easy but it’s simple. Do it.