My biggest frustration on a daily basis is having someone ask me a question and then either get angry in response to the answer or the fact that a decision has already been made and then ignore the answer they asked for. My wife will ask “do you mind if I do/go/be “x,” and if I answer “yes I mind” then she’s angry and usually proceeds with what she’d already scheduled anyway. Just today my sister asked if the coffee I was holding was warm enough. I said yes, and she then proceeded to take the cup from my hand and run to the microwave with it. OK, so maybe her intentions were good…but why the hell did she ask me, when my answer didn’t matter? Because this seems to happen to me ALL the time, by MANY different people, I’m getting to the point that I don’t even want to be around other people. Should I just shut up and quit even answering questions, or start answering with what I know they want to hear? Giving honest answers is clearly NOT working for me. Can you shed some light on what I’m doing wrong here? And more importantly, what do I do about it?

Nobody likes to feel ignored—at least by people we like and particularly by the ones we love—but some people are particularly sensitive to it.

They feel it as a kind of peace-destroying personal injury that injects them with a festering dislike of their fellow human beings. This leads to a desire to learn wilderness skills or get a solo gig on a space station.

You’re the kind of person whom being ignored gets to, and if I asked you to change, you couldn’t help but ignore my request, even if you tried not to.

Unfortunately, as you’ve noticed, people ignore one another all the time because that’s the way they are. They ask your opinion when what they really want is your OK, they ask how you’re doing when they really want nothing more than to avoid enmity, and they don’t actually care if you drive safe.

Some people who ignore you are, nevertheless, nice and reasonably respectful when they aren’t tired, distracted or irritable. If you’re lucky, and that’s whom you’ve got in your family, then you don’t want to fight over an irritation you can’t possibly change. Even if you’re rich and powerful or order a third-world wife, your family will always, eventually, tend to treat you like chopped liver.

Trying to eliminate the irritation of being ignored usually makes things worse, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Make a fuss, and they’ll consider you a temperamental grump or autocrat. You’ll get more irritated and feel less respected, they’ll see it as your problem, and everything will get worse.

So don’t make it your goal, like the late, great Rodney Dangerfield, to get respect. The only way to avoid feeling disrespect is to become mean, insanely rich, and/or live in total quarantine from the human race.

Instead, make it your goal to do and be a person you can respect. If you’re not getting respect when you feel it’s deserved, do your best to, you guessed it, ignore it.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement for motivating yourself to eat the shit of feeling ignored and proclaim its tastiness when necessary. “I’ll never like being ignored, but I know when it’s an unavoidable part of a worthwhile relationship, so I’m proud of the way I tolerate it when I have to.”

I’m a pretty miserable person sometimes because I get mired in regret. For example, my biggest hang-up to this day is the “traditional” college experience (good friends, staying up all night studying or watching movies with members of the opposite sex, getting top-/transformative academic experiences). I graduated college three years ago and still wonder why things hadn’t gone, well, my way. Whining and pining over past/imaginary circumstances keeps me focused on my own perceived setbacks and flaws instead of moving forward. How do I stop sighing and lamenting, and start valuing and appreciating what I do have? Also, how can I identify what I really want to do in life? Should I learn to be content with doing something, anything, rather than searching for that something? I’m sure I must possess some innate fear of something, as implicit in this message.

Some people tend to ruminate about the contenders they could have been, just as some dogs tend to chase their tails. If your goal is to be happy—which is never a good goal in the first place—stop now, because, like those determined dogs, your tail will always remain out of reach.

Unfortunately, like many people, you’re not the happy type. Of course I don’t mean that you can’t be happy—bring a chocolate cake out after dinner, and everybody’s ecstatic—but anyone who obsesses as much about the difference between what was and what might have been is always going to have a shitload of unhappiness on his plate, which will cause more rumination about what a bad state of mind that is, in infinite regression.

Begin then by accepting the fact that, as a person, you’re a happiness-impaired ruminator. Unlike most shrinks, I don’t want you to ask yourself why you’re a ruminator, not just because I don’t care, but because I don’t think it’s good for you. Figuring out why will ignite yet more rumination and delay the day when you decide you just have to ignore yourself.

Now that you know you ruminate excessively, try to block off the ruminative chatter in your head and prevent it from influencing your actions. In other words, instead of sitting and thinking and fretting, keep doing.

If that seems easier said than done, therapy is an option. Good therapy will help you ignore your ruminations, focus on the here-and-now of your life, and keep moving (or they’ll gain on you). On the other hand, bad therapy will help you ruminate about why you ruminate and keep you so firmly ensconced in your navel you’ll forget what daylight looks like.

Yes, it can be helpful to identify the shortcomings or weaknesses that prevented you from being a college all-star, but the point in knowing your shortcomings is to do the best with them. If college was a bust, then fuck it, and thank goodness you don’t have to stay in college; there’s a world out there where your strengths may serve you well.

So, once you accept that you over-think/under-enjoy, stop over-analyzing your past and start focusing on making a living and creating a social life. It’s not easy, and you might not end up happy, but at least you’ll stop spinning in circles and start moving in a straight line.

STATEMENT:
Meanwhile, here’s a positive way of thinking of college that will protect you from ruminative “might-have-beens.” “I’ve always had ideals and dreams about the college guy I wish I could have been, and the tough side of those perfect superhero dreams is feeling how often and in how many ways I fell short. I did my best and, despite having had no great social or academic triumphs, I learned enough to get my money’s worth and was a decent guy (to whatever dweebs wanted to be my friend). I believe life can get better if I find my niche; meanwhile, I’m proud of what I did with what I had.”

My parents have decided to retire, sell the big house I grew up in and move into a smaller condo closer to my sister and me. The move makes sense—my sister and I are adults with our own families—but it’s brought up a sort of taboo issue for my parents, which is my mother’s attachment to stuff. She’s not a hoarder, but if my dad wasn’t around to put his foot down, I sometimes worry it could be, because my mother has trouble throwing anything away. She says that moving all the time as a child has given her a different appreciation of objects, and that it’s better to regret having too much stuff than to miss something you threw away and can’t get back. Problem is, there’s no room for this stuff in the new condo, they won’t have the budget for storage, and my sister and I aren’t able to put all of her old work files, souvenir spoons, and elementary school textbooks (seriously) in our basements. What I’m afraid will happen is that my father, who has always taken responsibility for managing their money, will try to get my mother to agree that they can’t afford to move and store her stuff when they move, she’ll keep complaining, and he’ll get nasty. How can we get my mother to learn to let go?

I know you and your father want to make your mother happy and have harmony, but it looks like she’s not eager to adapt a sparse, Zen lifestyle.

The problem is, trying to make someone happy when it’s just not possible usually causes more unhappiness. False hope is dangerous, no good deed goes unpunished, and stuff happens (sometimes in great quantities).

There’s no way you can spare your mother the pang of parting from her horde. Trying to do so, while well intentioned, makes your father assume responsibility for her pain and its relief. In reality, life imposes the problem, not your father or any other member of your family, and it’s your mother’s job to deal with it, because no one else can.

Ask yourself (and your father) why he takes responsibility for a problem that isn’t really his. By managing the budget, carrying out spending decisions, and insisting on making your mother happy, he assumes total responsibility, infantilizes her, and garners himself a shitload of blame.

Tell him to accept that, while he might have failed as family manager/mom’s #1 cheerleader, he can succeed in not being responsible for any unhappiness caused by the stuff-alanche.

Seriously, you can tell him he’s done a wonderful job managing the household and your mother’s angst, but there are limits to what he can do, and that he’ll do better if he presents the situation to your mother and invites her to come up with a better solution.

In other words, instead of your father telling your mother it all has to go and your mother saying she can’t bear to part with any of it until the whole dispute becomes a clusterfuck, your father should instead do some math.

After he prices storage, figures out their fixed income budget, and sees that the two don’t mix, he can present that evidence to mom, explain how he can’t make it work, and give her the chance to find a solution.

At that point, the future of mom’s stuff collection is nobody’s fault. Hopefully, she’ll find an option that works for her, but in the meantime, you, your father, and your sister have avoided a stuff-load of aggravation.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a positive statement your dad could make to protect the family from blame while requiring his wife to share responsibility for a painful but necessary decision. “I’m glad we’ve been able to retain our family memorabilia until now, but I’ve looked at the cost of moving and storage, given that our new condo has no basement, and it doesn’t fit our budget. Please review the numbers and see if you can come up with a better answer and we’ll talk about it. One way or the other, it looks like we’re facing a painful compromise.”

I don’t know why my 10-year-old kid is so selfish and materialistic, because her mother and I aren’t. I can’t take her past a toy store without her having a tantrum if I don’t get her what she wants, and by tantrum, I mean she just keeps yelling and crying, even after I’ve dragged her out of the store and put her in the car. It’s not like we deprive her, either, because we do buy her toys occasionally for no reason, but she’s furious when she can’t get them on demand, which is all the time. She sees a shrink because she throws tantrums in school whenever the teacher wants her to stop doing what she’s doing and start something else. I’m afraid she’s spoiled and I don’t know how to undo the harm.

If the main cause of tantrums and other bad behavior in children was poor moral values like selfishness and materialism, then we’d know how to correct it by teaching better values, as forcefully and loudly as necessary.

All we’d need to rectify bad behavior is a Sunday school nun with a metal ruler.

You’ve got evidence, however, that whatever triggers your daughter’s tantrums is not simply a matter of her being spoiled, because she also has tantrums in school over the non-materialistic issue of being asked to stop what she’s doing and transition from one activity to another, sans toys of any kind.

What you’ve got here isn’t a bad set of values, but a problem in her nervous system that you don’t know how to correct. It’s understandable that you’d focus on the toys instead; you’d rather blame her and yourselves rather than face something you can’t control.

Once you face the sad fact that you’re helpless (but good) parents, you’re free to consider ways to help an unavoidably irritable kid improve her self-control.

At first, of course, try behavioral tricks you learn from teachers and therapists, because they’re less risky than medications. You learn to give her more “structure,” which means keeping her busy, providing her with clear rules, and imposing immediate time-outs when she starts to tantrum. It also means avoiding toy stores.

Therapy seldom helps if it focuses on your faults, but can be very helpful if it teaches you new child management techniques, and protects you from feeling responsible for your child’s (bad) behavior.

If non-medical treatment isn’t enough, and you think her behavior is seriously interfering with her schoolwork, friendship, and self-esteem, find out whether medications are safe enough to be worth a try.

As I’ve said many times, meds are never a cure, they sometimes don’t work, and they can often come with less-than-desirable side-effects. They’re worth a try, however, if you think the risk of her behavior is worse than the risk of the medication.

You and your daughter are in this together, and you have a lot of options for ways to manage and cope. One day, she might have a peaceful relationship with the toy store, but in the meantime, do your research, stay calm, and avoid women in habits.

STATEMENT:
Prepare a way to announce your new policy that conveys acceptance and hope. “I know that seeing new toys gives you very strong feelings that make it hard to walk away without them. We’ll help you by staying away from toy stores until you’re old enough and strong enough to manage those feelings. If you get those feelings anyway, we’ll try to find you a quiet place where you can be alone until you no longer want to scream or hit people. You’re not the only kid who’s had this problem, and we’ll get through it until you grow out of it.”

I’ve been getting increasingly nervous about my aging parents, particularly because my mother, who’s a very vigorous near-90, likes to ignore the real risks of continuing to vacation in their old, 2 story, roughing-it country home. She loves to garden, take vigorous walks, build fires, and keep to the same routine she had when she was 40. I know I’m a nervous person—I’m a nurse, and I’ve had to deal with an injured leg since childhood—but I’m haunted about what could happen to her if she fell down and it’s no place for my dad, who’s very frail after a stroke. When I said something to her yesterday about how she should hold onto my father’s arm when he walks, she told me to mind my own business. I’m the only one of the kids who lives nearby, so their safety is my business. How do I get her to understand she needs to be more careful?

It’s understandable that you worry about your parents, but even if they were both freakishly healthy and lived in a hermetically sealed bubble, the sad fact is, they’re both going to die.

[Moment to process.]

Yes, your aging parents are lucky to have a caring child nearby, particularly someone who’s medically educated, as you are. You also know, however, as someone who’s lived with a crippled leg, how necessary it is to take risks if you want to live a full life and how important it is to make those risk-management decisions yourself.

Your goal isn’t to breathe easy, knowing that your parents are safe as can be, or make yourself responsible for their safety. As much as you’d like them to be safe, they can’t be, so those goals would drive you and them crazy (and provide me with a steady income).

Now that you know you can’t make them safe or ease your own fears, you’re ready to think creatively about realistic risk management, knowing that bad things (like death, but lesser things, too) will happen.

Your goal isn’t to prevent those bad things from happening, but to help your parents do whatever they’re willing to do to prevent them, then forget about them, and live their lives (and let you live yours).

Instead of nagging them to be more careful, offer to get them professional advice on how to manage risks from slips, falls, fainting spells, medication mistakes, and assorted worst-case scenarios.

If that doesn’t work, leave their doctor a message encouraging him/her to do the same and if that doesn’t work, take a course yourself and do what you can. Then, you’re finished and enjoy the veggies from the garden.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement for keeping your responsibilities in check. “As much as it would hurt to see my parents injured and as much as it scares me to think about it, I respect their determination to live independently as long as possible, despite the risks. I can do more for them by offering good advice than by inducing guilt. I will take pride in doing this job well, regardless of whether they accept my advice. Indeed, the less I can do and the more helpless I feel, the more pride I’ll take in not letting my management interfere with their choices.”

Two years ago, my wife was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. We’re both overweight, but she also used to be a smoker, so her health’s always been more of an issue than mine. We were both warned that if we didn’t get better eating and exercise habits, we’d be in trouble, and now she knows her diabetes puts her at much higher risk of heart disease, hypertension, infections, and kidney disease. Well, two years later, and I’ve started taking the dogs on long walks, stopped eating from the vending machine at work, and lost some weight. My wife, on the other hand, hasn’t really changed her habits at all. She says she’s eating less crap at work, but at night she’s making the same unhealthy (delicious) stuff we’ve always eaten, and she always says she’s too tired to walk with me. I don’t know what I can do aside from nagging her, and that’s not working, so I’m really worried that she’s going to go downhill fast and that I’ll lose her. My goal is to get save my wife from herself.

As much as you’d like to keep your wife around as long as possible, you know that your influence over her health habits is limited, and trying to control her health will cause you more conflict and probably drive both of you to an earlier grave…which contradicts your purpose.

Unlike the concerned daughter above, you don’t have the luxury of ignoring the inevitable; she can’t make her parents immortal, but theoretically, you can help your wife to change her habits. If you’ve ever tried to change any of your own habits, however, you know it’s never really that easy.

Weight control, for example, should be easy because putting food in your mouth and swallowing are supposedly voluntary actions. In reality, people don’t have that much control over their habits or their health. Ask anyone who’s eaten at Cinnabon.

It takes great effort, not everyone can do it, and other legitimate priorities, like raising kids and making a living, get in the way. Biology is powerful, and our bodies are designed to survive famine, not taste-bud seduction.

Accept that she has a chronic, incurable illness and you’ll start to be more helpful. Instead of nagging, offer advice on impulse management and eating better (but don’t force that advice, because then you’re back to square one).

If that doesn’t work, ask her doctor to do the same, and if that doesn’t work, learn CPR, read up on living with a diabetic, and enjoy your time together. After all, you don’t want to ruin the quality of your relationship for the sake of a little more quantity.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a nagging-restraint statement. “It’s hard to watch my wife’s unhealthy habits, but I’ll do more for her by keeping my feelings to myself, offering advice if she wants it, and enjoying her while I’ve got her. A good marriage always requires tolerating the pain of traits you can’t change, and this is more of the same.”

I don’t want to break up with my girlfriend, but I know that I can’t really be with her, either. We can’t live in the same city, for one thing, because I have a grown child, grandkids, and a business I rely on and can’t move. She and I first met in college, but drifted apart, then married other people. We have great chemistry and I’m really happy that I found her again and could recapture part of what we once had; we talk every day, visit monthly, and I get along with her kids and family. The problem is that we can never live in the same place, and I know how much she wants a live-in partner, and I’m sure that, as she realizes our relationship can’t go forward, she’ll drift away. My goal is to keep our relationship from falling apart for the second time in my life, but I don’t know how to do it.

You’ve got a girlfriend you’ve known for decades whom you still love, accept and want to see. If that isn’t success, I don’t know what is. Seriously.

Yes, for various reasons beyond your control, you can’t live in the same city, and there’s always a chance that she’ll find someone who can and he’ll steal your true-love away. There’s also a chance Megan Fox will call you up and ask you out, but I wouldn’t plan your life around it.

If you’re thinking that way—that she gets swept away by a local guy—and the true-love guy doesn’t get the girl in the end, you might, like most people, think that love has failed.

Or you might be lucky, and be too old and smart and experienced to believe that kind of bullshit.

You pre-owned, second-life lovers know that your liaisons and partnerships have their own, special, inescapable risks. If you become disabled, or your finances fail, your dependence on first-life families and businesses may force you and your partner apart. Life is tough; but that isn’t the pain of failed love.

Of course, you can’t stop her from getting discouraged by your inability to up stakes and move to her city; and if this arrangement isn’t enough for her, that’s too bad. Refuse, however, to let fear or lack of commitment define your own views.

As you see it, it’s not a lack of love that keeps you apart, but a mature, surviving love that brings you together in spite of certain inescapable realities. And if she sees it differently, that’s her problem, not yours.

Be proud that you’re making the most of what life has given you: a love restored, under conditions that also force you to maintain separate lives. You’re not looking to get married, settled down, and have kids—been there, done that. If you’re truly looking for someone to understand you and your circumstances and where you’ve come from, you’re looking for each other.

STATEMENT:
Prepare a statement to define your own views and, hopefully, influence hers. “This relationship isn’t the cozy, share-everything love we would have preferred, but it’s survived a long time, it’s better now than ever, and it’s something we can treasure. If we can’t spend as much time together as we’d like, it won’t be because our love has failed.”

I love my boyfriend, but when he gets down on himself, he’s impossible. We’ve been together 20 years and I moved out on him 5 years ago, bur we’re still together. He’s funny, he’s a good English teacher, and his students love him, but he sees himself as a failed writer and drunk who can’t love anyone, particularly when he gets into a certain mean, low mood, and when he’s like that, I can’t get through to him, which is why I moved out. That’s when he binges. For the first 15 years, I thought my love could put the lie to his self-criticism and I felt terrible about moving out, because I knew he would take it as confirming his feelings of failure. My goal is to get him to see that he’s really a nice guy.

Some nice people are permanently self-critical, and there’s nothing loving partners or empathic shrinks can do to change it. It’s as basic to who they are as their hair color or shoe size, only much more annoying.

It may be their parents or their DNA, but who cares, because it is what it is, and trying to change it creates precisely the sense of failure that the tortured person believes belongs to him, so he can then see himself as a failed patient and lover. It’s a (not-racist) tar baby, so don’t touch it. Lay low yourself.

All you can do is let him know your own view and refuse to be drawn into his self-destructive side, and that’s basically what you’ve done. By living separately, you avoid sharing life with the drunk and the self-flagellator, but you’re available to spend time with his better side.

He can’t keep the demons out of his life; but you’ve created a boundary that shuts them out of yours. That’s real, grown-up love and it’s a major achievement. Of course, you might wonder if he’d get a kick out of religious rituals of group self-flagellation (fundamentalist Muslims have some good ones, and certain Catholic groups may not be far behind). Maybe he’d feel better and drink less, at least until he drank again, and then, not so much.

You might wonder if sobriety would help him feel better, but remember, feeling bad is his way of feeling good. Certainly, sobriety would eliminate the depressive impact of alcohol, but, on the other hand, it would also deprive him of the self-punishment of being humiliated and hung over, so he might feel worse if he felt better. You can’t win.

You’re actually providing him with good therapy by doing what you’re doing. You’re showing love and respect while accepting that he’s also a nasty, demeaning drunk who needs to be managed.

It’s an achievement to share real happiness with someone who often steeps himself in misery, and it’s not easy. If you want to make the best of your love, you’re going at it the best way possible, which is to say, from a necessary distance.

STATEMENT:
Prepare a statement to honor what you’ve accomplished. “I can’t help the fact that my boyfriend has terrible moods and binges. It hasn’t stopped me from respecting the nice guy and caring teacher and even the high standards by which he measures himself. I’m sorry we can’t live together, but I’m happy to have shut out the bad and held on to the good and perhaps one day he’ll learn how to do the same.”

I know that my depression is one of the main obstacles keeping me from getting a new job; I got laid off three months ago, and even though my meds had stopped working way before that, I had enough discipline to push through. Now I don’t have a workplace to go to, I have trouble getting motivated enough to do anything, so between my inability to get out of bed and the fact I look like a mess, interviews aren’t happening. My wife is pissed because I’m not motivated to get new work and I won’t go back to see the psychiatrist, but I don’t see the point in trying this new prescription, because it’s my fourth medication so far, and I don’t understand why the first medication I took, which worked the best, stopped working, and why none of the others since has done the job. I don’t see why I should waste my time getting treatment if it isn’t going to work, but my wife thinks I’m being complacent and lazy. My goal is to find some way to get better or at least get her off my back.

You’re reinforcing something I’ve been telling my children their whole lives; life is unfair.

It was unfair for them when I wouldn’t by them a Happy Meal or the latest Nintendo game, even when they deserved it, and it’s unfair for you now that you’ve lost your job and can’t find the right meds. Unfair is unfair, as they say (or at least as I say).

The trouble is, it isn’t a fair world for anyone, young or old, and you won’t survive if you can’t take your lumps and keep on going.

The less you do, the more you scare and burden your wife, who gives you an earful, which makes you more depressed (as does doing nothing), and so on down the pit that leads to self-pity and divorce, all of which you can blame on your wife, who will be happy not to hear it.

Let’s get your expectations about depression straight. If anyone told you that antidepressants were effective, they were using the medical meaning of the word, not the English meaning.

The English meaning is, “usually works,” but the medical meaning is, “better than nothing.” You might get helped by antidepressants, but never count on it. Meanwhile, you’ve got to take care of yourself, so ask yourself how you’re going to manage, not why you can’t get a cure or stop your wife from being critical.

Consider the job description for a depressed survivor in an unfair world. If treatments don’t work, your job is to suck up the pain and ask others to give you the prompts, reminders, and coaching you need to keep going. If a treatment might help, pursue it.

Remember, when you had a job to get up for in the morning, you found the strength to keep moving and work all day, regardless of how bad you felt. Now that you don’t have a job, create a schedule of activities and meetings with people who are expecting to see you.

It isn’t easy when you’re unmotivated and unemployed, but you still have a job, assigned by you, and that’s to prevent your disease, unfair as it is, from taking over.

If you’re angry, disappointed, discouraged, or resentful, it’s also your job to shut up and not let your negative feelings become nasty words. Don’t expect your wife to be positive; after all, you’re not, and it’s an infectious venereal disease, bouncing back and forth.

You want your wife to help you recover, so put your negative feelings aside, reassure her that you continue to care about her and finding a job, and enlist her help in fighting an illness that can’t be helped.

After all, life provides us all with hard times, whether or not we deserve them, all the time. Don’t add to the unfairness quotient with your own behavior; if life pushes you down and hands you an unHappy Meal, there’s always something you can do, even as a depressed person, to push back.

STATEMENT:
Hit yourself upside the head. “Depression is sapping my natural motivation and ability at a critical time, but my goals haven’t changed. I believe in work and independence. I won’t let false pride, resentment, or negative thinking stop me from doing my best and asking others to help me.”

My husband and I are at the stage where we should start thinking seriously about starting a family. The problem is that his father and that entire side of the family have a history of severe mental illness, so he’s not just afraid of having kids, but of even adopting, because he’s afraid he might get sick down the line and ruin our future child’s life. When we got married, it didn’t seem to be a problem, but as his own father has gotten more and more nutty, he’s become convinced that having kids is a bad idea. I want to stay with my husband, but when we got married, he knew that I wanted a family, as well. And I’m OK with adoption, but it’s a long, expensive process, so if we want to go that way, we have to start now. Basically, my goal is to get him to come to his senses, or at least be willing to take a risk.

Life is tough, and having a child—creating a life—is risky. In fact, it is never not risky, even at the best of times, regardless of all that crap on TV about the power of eating right and giving birth in a bathtub, so don’t reassure him that things will turn out OK, because then he’ll have truth on his side.

After all, while modern medicine greatly reduced the rate at which pregnancy killed mothers, it hasn’t changed the way genes sort out randomly and often badly. So, whether you’ve got mental illness in the family or not, there are always tons of bad genes floating around and having a kid is a dangerous lottery.

The question isn’t whether having kids is dangerous (it is, always and forever), but whether your husband has the balls to take on the usual, scary, risky human lottery that is, for the time being, the only way to begin a family.

Once you accept that the risks are real and the results sometimes devastating, you can take pride in the good qualities that you bring to parenting.

You’ve got a good team; you seem open-minded, and he has lots of experience handling mental illness, which he’ll need for those many problems over which good parents have no control.

Remind him that many of those dangerous genes are also beneficial and it will be your job, as parent, to help your kids to manage traits that may be both a gift and liability, be it depressive sensitivity or athletic hyperactivity.

If your husband can see that there is no such thing as risk-free child-rearing, then you can calmly assess which parenting option—standard conception, adoption, foster care, whatever—would work best for you both.

Then, in the most educated way possible, take the risk of your life and take pride in your work, regardless of the (inevitable) helpless times. Just don’t let fear make you throw out the baby plans with the (birthing) bathwater.

STATEMENT:
Your message is: “Absolutely right, having kids is scarier than hell, but that’s the way it is. Don’t panic. We’ve got some good stuff going for us and, regardless of what happens, we’ll do a good job.”

Living with my mentally ill 30-year-old daughter is wearing me out. My wife and I can never leave her alone, but we also can’t take her with us because she gets uncomfortable when she’s around people she doesn’t know and says inappropriate things in a loud voice and has to get up and leave. The problem isn’t her, though, it’s my wife, who is so worried about what will happen if we put her in a half-way house with other sick people that she can’t think clearly about it. We’ve got some money, but if we paid for my daughter to have her own condo and a nurse to keep an eye on her, the money wouldn’t last long. Then again, if she continues to live with us, we won’t last long. My goal is to get my wife to see that we have to get her into a state-supported program, for her sake and ours.

You hope to get your wife to see that your mentally ill daughter needs to live independently, but if you were making any progress in that direction, you wouldn’t be writing.

Let’s assume then, at least for the moment, that your hopes are false and your wife can’t let go, and if she can’t let go, she’ll always be thinking of new ways to make your daughter feel more comfortable and better understood. Which makes your goal a more and more distant dream.

It also means less legitimacy for other priorities, like preparing your daughter for life after you’re gone, or tending to your own needs or the needs of other kids.

When your wife’s approach wears you out (and it will, if you aren’t a saint), you’ll get angry and then she’ll blame you for making your daughter feel unloved and causing conflict that makes her sick.

As such, your wife’s not letting go will make things worse, as will your own refusal to let go of pushing your wife to let go. So, let’s stamp out your presumably false hope and ask how to make the best of things if your wife won’t change course.

First, figure out what you think is the right way to proceed, given the limitations of your resources and the nature of your daughter’s illness. Whatever you do, don’t expect what you have to do to feel good, because whatever it is, it won’t produce a cure or happiness, and won’t provide the guilt-blocking pleasure of unrestricted giving.

Then get advice from experts about her illness and what public benefits exist. Talk to other parents who have dealt with this issue, and count your savings. After that, put together a plan that represents the best compromise for dealing with two absolutely unavoidable and insoluble problems: the riskiness of independence when you’re mentally ill, and the costliness of long-term care when you’re not super rich.

Finally, ask yourself what you can do to implement this plan without your partner’s help, while encouraging her to join you if she chooses. You need to be able to stand by your plan so that her fears or criticism won’t paralyze you or draw you into argument.

You can’t reassure your wife that things will turn out well, but you can show her that you believe your way is best. If you appear calm about your plan and confident that you’re doing the right thing, she may eventually feel less responsible for all the bad things that could happen to your daughter and better able to do what will work best in the long run.

STATEMENT:
I have a duty to push our daughter towards independence while also attending to other responsibilities. I know this will cause her pain in the short run and deprive her of help I wish I could afford, but can’t. If I put together the best plan I can, however, I can take pride in being a good parent and offer that confidence to my wife and daughter as an alternative to fear.

My wife and I recently retired and we’ve been looking forward to a good life together, but recently I noticed she’s been getting forgetful and I wonder if she’s developing Alzheimer’s, which runs in her family. I hate to admit this, but I don’t think I’m capable of taking care of someone with Alzheimer’s, even if it’s my wife, whom I love very much. I can’t talk to her about it, because I don’t want to frighten her, and most of the time when I think about what to do, I just want to get away. Should I persuade her to get an evaluation so it can be treated? My goal is to do something to prevent this disaster from happening.

Getting into a panic with the goal of preventing Alzheimer’s is as useless as being paralyzed with fear over anything you can’t help, from the Rapture to the weather forecast to the Red Sox prospects in 2010.

Yes, you can urge your wife to get a physical and whisper to the doctor that she seems a little forgetful, and that will get him/her to check out curable causes of memory loss, like vitamin deficiency and depression.

At that point, believe it or not, you’ve done your job. If you press further by urging her to get cognitive testing and trying all available treatments, you may well make your lives worse.

A better goal for almost all the chronic problems of aging is to do what you can to treat them and then forget about them. You don’t want her to become her illness; you want her to live her usual life as much as possible.

For most people with memory loss, there’s no impending disaster. It’s only later, if and when it becomes severe, that people lose their personalities and require constant watching.

In your wife’s case, later may be a long, long time away. Meanwhile, you’ve got a life together that you don’t want to ruin by worrying about something that may not happen. Your goal is to fight fear, do what’s necessary for a possible illness, and live life as usual.

Your goal also isn’t to be extra nice to her; forgetfulness can be irritating to live with, and if you try too hard to be nice, you’ll get extra nasty. Instead, just try not to be mean, and give yourself credit when you can keep yourself in check. That’s always helpful in marriage, whether your spouse is demented or not.

STATEMENT:
Reassure yourself. “If there’s something that will actually help my wife with her memory, I’ll do it. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for as long as possible.”

My father’s always been a heavy drinker (if he is an alcoholic, he’s “high functioning”), but I love him, and I’ve always tried to make him proud. When he’s really sloshed, however, he tends to go on a lot about how much he loves my older brother, who’s a lawyer, and how impressed he is with him, and how great that brother is, and on and on until everyone else around him feels awkward (and any siblings that are around are pissed). It really gets under my skin, particularly when we’ve been matching one another drink for drink, but then I just feel guilty for being angry at my father when, after all, I’m a grown up who should be too old for this kind of thing, and, really, he’s a nice guy. My goal is to get myself to be less sensitive to the fact that I’m not Dad’s favorite.

There’s good news and bad news here; you’re right not to let fly with your resentment, but you’re wrong to expect your hurt feelings to go away.

If you’re a sensitive person, then you can’t stop the hurt, but you can stop it from hurting yourself or others. The trick is to shut your mouth, because, that way, you don’t let anger out, or alcohol in.

There’s nothing wrong with feeling hurt by your dad’s favoritism. He’s not simply someone you love who favors someone else, but he’s also the alpha male of your old dog pack, the leader who is supposed to reward hard work and good behavior and discourage laziness and crime.

That means that if he plays favorites, then there’s disorder in the pack, and everyone gets spooked and resentful and has to watch his own back. You don’t have to be a dog whisperer (Dad whisperer?) to know that will bring out the bad side in everyone. Weak leaders can be very nice guys, but weak leadership hurts like hell.

So don’t blame yourself for being childish and needy. If you feel guilty, you’ll let him keep spouting off, and, in the end, you’ll feel more upset, angry, helpless, and guilty, and so on. Passive tolerance will just make you more hateful, so fuck it.

Just leave him alone when he wants to do too much opinion-sharing about the old days. Opinions about the Red Sox, you’re all ears. About the family, you’ve got to answer your email.

Take advantage of the fact that you’re a grown up, you’ve got a right to render your own judgments, and you don’t have to listen to anyone else’s. Don’t define your leadership by confronting, insulting or facing down the old alpha dog.

STATEMENT:
Create your own rating system and stay focused on it. “When I was young, my father’s approval was the main measure of my performance. Now that I’m a grown up, I have a right to judge for myself, disagree with the judgment of others, and refuse to engage in further discussion with someone who disagrees with me. That, and sex and eating desert first, are the nice parts of being a grown-up.”

I want to create a start-up (I’ve worked in the tech industry for a long time), and I’ve assembled a board, put together a business plan and I’m looking for financing, all the basic steps. Meanwhile, I think I’m about to lose my day job because I feel tired all the time, and haven’t been getting my assignments done. I’ve tried to explain to my boss that I’m not feeling well, but I don’t really like my job, and it’s hard to look like I give a shit. My goal is to figure some way to get motivated about my regular job so I can keep it while I continue to pursue my own business.

Karl Marx defined work as doing things you don’t like to do because you need the money (or was it Zeppo), but if you wait until good feelings about your job motivate you to work, you’ll probably get fired many times over.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful to work at something you like to do, but most people aren’t that lucky and those that are don’t control it.

In this country, you have a right to hate your job (suck it, Karl!), but you don’t have a right to express that hate unless you have a trust fund and don’t need the money. Otherwise, you have a right to remain silent and look for other work and shut the fuck up until you find it.

You also have a right to be more interested in being a rich CEO—the very idea may give you happy daydreams–but you don’t have a right to daydream while you’re supposed to be working, as it will get you fired, and then you’re screwed on all counts.

Think of your boss as your most important client. No one is telling you to lick his ass, but he has purchased the right to 8 hours a day of your polite attention and a good day’s work. Then you’ll have the chance to start your own business and become an asshole CEO yourself.

STATEMENT:
Prepare a daily statement to keep your inner CEO under control. “Some people might respect me more if I’m a CEO. What I respect myself for is providing a good day’s work for my wages, particularly when the work is not prestigious and doesn’t make me happy, because that’s the biggest challenge I can think of.”

Do you think sex addiction is a real disease that needs therapy, or is it a way to make a big deal out of nothing that helps cheaters and the people they cheat on feel better while people in your business get paid? I love my wife—we’ve been together for almost 20 years—but I don’t think anyone would say I have an disease because I grab a little extra action if the opportunity comes along. I don’t think she knows I’m not faithful, it doesn’t happen that often, and I don’t think it hurts our marriage at all. It’s not like I have a steady mistress; I just end up going home with women I meet when I’m traveling sometimes, because it’s nice to feel young and like I haven’t lost it, whatever it is. As far as I can tell, everyone wins, because I feel better and my wife is less annoyed by my constant begging for sex. So my goal is to figure out if the way I live my life, which seems to be A-OK, is actually reason to go into rehab.

To rehab, or not to rehab. That is the question.

You’re raising the timeless question, and obviously, we’re not going to tell you to let your feelings be your guide, or, for that matter, your daddy, your minister, your rehab counselor, or your parakeet, Ray.

As to the validity of sex addiction, it either doesn’t matter, or it depends on your definition of illness. I define illness as something wrong with your body that’s personal, important, and out-of-control, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s cellular or behavioral, neurological or psychiatric. Or kinky.

Some people have lots of guilty feelings over nothing, others have no guilty feelings ever, and others are swayed by whomever they spoke to (or whatever website they read) last.

In reality, you can figure out the answer to the rehab riddle yourself if you’re willing to push aside false hope and wishful thinking, as well as unreasonable guilt.

Wishful thinking is believing there’s no risk of anyone’s getting hurt because, so far, no one has been hurt; that’s what it means to think with the little head. Unreasonable guilt is feeling so bad about having sinned that the only way of getting relief is to do it again.

That said, let’s look realistically at the risks and benefits of a sexual adventure. The benefit is a good (or even great) feeling, but the risk is that, despite your efforts to be discrete, your cover may get hit by an STD, a partner’s passionate clinginess or nastiness, or some other accident. You’re the one who knows best what happens after the great reveal in terms of your wife’s feeling hurt and/or deciding to end your partnership.

Whatever happens, it will involve lots of pain for you and your wife (and your kids if you have them), and lots of business for yours truly, never mind realtors, lawyers, jewelers, you name it.

For most people, that kind of marital apocalypse is an emotional and financial catastrophe. On the country music timeline, begin with “My Cheating Heart” and wind up “Sleeping Single in a Double Bed.”

You may think you’re in the clear if your partner subscribes to an “open marriage” and tells you she doesn’t believe in jealousy. Again, if that’s what you’d like to hear, don’t trust your ears until you ask yourself what she’s really likely to do, given all you know about her and her past relationships.

Remember, you’re not asking for permission from your mama; you’re the papa and a grown-ass man whose job is to figure out how things will really work out for the entire family.

So don’t wait until you’re scared by the evening news or local preacher or shrink to find whether or not to rehab. Look at the risks realistically and then do what you think is right.

If you decide to stop and can’t, then look for whatever help is simplest, cheapest, and most available and move on to costly treatments only if you absolutely have to. Remember, as much as you’d like to think that the costliest intervention—a month at Betty Ford—is more likely to give you the strongest, most permanent, temptation-resistant self-control, it’s not so.

If your sexual behavior is out-of-control and can do serious damage, and there’s a treatment that might work, then it’s worth a try. Start cheap, however, before you plunk down a college-tuition’s worth, and remember that treatment may not work. Or you can keep going, and pay the equivalent of my entire Harvard bill during your divorce.

Either way, the decision is ultimately yours, and hopefully things will work out better for you than they did for rehab Hamlet.

STATEMENT:
Write up a risk-reminder before the next time you leave town. “There’s nothing wrong with the pleasure of being attractive but there’s lots wrong with what can happen next. If I think the risks of causing harm are too great, I’ll do my best to avoid temptation. I may feel like a nervous wimp who’s afraid of what other people think. In reality, I’m doing what’s necessary to manage my life and do what’s right.”

When I was a teenager, I used to shoplift a lot, and I stopped, like a lot of kids, when I turned 18 and could get into real trouble with the law. That was a long time ago, and while I haven’t stolen anything from a store with a price tag on it since then, I do, and I’m not proud of this, grab any freebies I can get my hands on. For example, everything from the sugar packets to the toilet paper in my house is taken from local coffee shops. I want to stop doing it, because I’m really ashamed of the habit and I know it’s stupid, but I honestly feel like I can’t help myself. My goal is to stop taking things, whether or not they’re free.

Any behavior that doesn’t measure up to your standards of control will make you feel bad, but if control-of-everything was important, then those iron-willed guys who like to see how long they can hold their fingers in a flame (you notice they never hazard other body parts) or tolerate vigorous self-lashing would be the most virtuous, instead of the most insane.

Your goal then isn’t to feel in control (or put any vulnerable body parts at risk); it’s to have enough control over the controllable things that really matter.

You can judge the importance of any behavioral control problem by asking yourself how much harm the problem is likely to cause and how hard it is to control.

Don’t question whether it’s an addiction or not, or, at least, don’t do it more than once. Questions about whether or not you need withdrawal symptoms to define something as an addiction, or what the difference is between addictive and obsessive behaviors, help you dodge the tough question you don’t want to face, namely, how you’re going to deal with it.

Instead of debating the nature of addiction, ask yourself whether you have bigger behavior problems that are harder to notice, like, say, not doing enough with your life. Often a weakness for petty thievery is a sign that you don’t have other goals that are more important.

So add up the risk assessment of your out-of-control behavior. No, you’re not likely to get arrested, but you’re not going to like yourself for the fact that whoever sits down on the can after you’re finished, both with the toilet and taking the TP, is in for a nasty surprise. You need to ask yourself whether you’ve got better things to do with your time and, if not, what are you going to do about it.

Don’t ask yourself whether this sin will prevent you from getting into heaven, or even whether it will cause you embarrassment. Instead, imagine that your time is running out, and then wonder whether you’ve taken on enough meaningful tasks in life, like making a living and caring for others, to make you proud, with or without an iron-will.

STATEMENT:
Keep your smaller guilts from interfering with your bigger concerns. “I don’t always like my behavior or control it as well as I should, but I do my best with the bigger, harder responsibilities of life and that’s the source of my pride.”

I’m in my mid-30s, about to have my first child with my husband of about a year. My husband is a solid guy—he’s steady, and very caring—but deep down, I know a big reason I married him is because I wasn’t getting any younger and wanted to start a family. I dated a guy in law school that I was really in love with, but he was a lot older, made it clear he never wanted kids, and was your basic passionate, unavailable nightmare. I admit, I’m hormonal, which means my husband’s been getting on my nerves a lot lately, which just makes me obsess more and more about how I’ve settled for a life without love. My goal is to figure out how to get through the next stage of my life and live with my decision.

Don’t get superficial and compare the Valentine’s Day smiles at the next bistro table to your current mood and nostalgic memories of past lovers. In my experience, finding the love of your life isn’t too difficult, but finding a good partner is a real pain in the ass.

By “good partner,” I don’t mean someone you’re crazy about, under any and all circumstances, forever and ever, amen. I mean someone who is strong, easy to live and work with, accepts you during your weaker and less likeable moments, communicates on your wavelength, and picks up the load when you can’t. As well as someone whom you can put up with most of the time.

If you think two Harvard degrees have made me too selective (or obnoxious) to encounter lots of likely candidates, my patients tell me the same thing, including those with friendly, engaging personalities and dazzling beauty (they still have to see a shrink, after all).

As I’ve said before to other people seeking romantic advice, don’t yearn for someone you can talk to or someone who makes you feel special; those needs can be met by a good hairdresser. You describe your husband as “steady” and “caring,” which is worth more than the best of hair days.

Just as positive feelings can make you lose sight of what’s important in a relationship, negative feelings become dangerous when they cause you to devalue an otherwise good partnership. You can get negative because you’re a grump, or hormonal, or irritated by your partner’s less-than-perfect behavior, or because you ate too many turnips. Having those feelings, however, doesn’t mean you have to take them seriously.

If you think your relationship has become empty and meaningless because you can’t find a twinge of love, then negative feelings have made you forget what’s important. What’s important is not romantic advice, because romance is not what partnership is about. As you begin this next stage of life, that will become abundantly clear.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a reminder to help you fight the love-sick, sick love, Valentine’s Day blues. “As much as I love love, my goal is a family that has emotional and financial security. I’ve chosen carefully and we’re off to a good start. I wish there was more positive feeling and less bickering today, but I think we’ll be good at working and living together and managing the challenges of raising kids and dealing with setbacks, so we’re on the right course.”

I know my girlfriend’s a little unstable, believe me—I’m the one she stabbed twice with a steak knife (seriously). We broke up for a while, but after she came to me a few weeks after the incident full of remorse and apology, I had to take her back, because, even though she can be a freak, I have more fun with her than any other person alive. She’s the most exciting, dynamic woman, so, even though she sometimes flips out, I put up with it for all the times she’s just being a blast and making me stupid happy. I told my mom I was thinking of asking her to marry me, and my mom almost had a heart attack. I know we’re young (I’m 19) and that she really went overboard that one time, but I love the crazy bitch. My goal is to get the girl of my dreams, even if she sort of tried to kill me.

I’m not going to tell you that you’re crazy, or make waking-up-with-missing-anatomy jokes, because that’s what all your friends are doing, and maybe it’s not the way love feels to you.

Love can feel unselfish, like the joy of giving and helping and making a better world and having sex all mixed together, so it may feel meaningful to you, rather than just one big thrill.

On the other hand, I may be overestimating you. You may be the sort of guy who just wants to be stupid happy. That common expression is a most apt term in this case, and boy, will you be both (although more “stupid” than “happy” in the long run.

Maybe you think love will cure her problems. Unfortunately, love’s power is in what it makes people feel, not in changing their characters. It won’t make your girlfriend’s temper go away, at least not for long.

If anything, love makes needy people worse. It’s like heroin; the more they get, the more they need, the more they’re convinced you’ll never give them enough, the more they hate you for controlling them.

Maybe you want to believe that she wouldn’t get crazy if you could be more available, find the right words, and demonstrate your true love. That might be the plot of at least a couple of Drew Barrymore’s mid-career films, but it’s not what’s going to happen to you or any poor sucker in real life.

The good news is that love will make you very happy. The bad news is that you’ll be lucky to get away without third degree burns.

The other good news, while you may not take comfort in it, is that young men like you have been drawn to unstable women for centuries (a few of whom have written in the past). These unions aren’t totally without worth; after all, if it weren’t for gullible male/temperamental female pairings, we wouldn’t have tattoo removal technology, reality television stars, or so many girls named Amber.

Listen to your mom, however, and avoid being a part of that breeding statistic and put aside your wishful thinking. If love makes her crazy, ask yourself whether your love is really doing her a favor, and if this is a favor you want to commit to for the rest of your life.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement you’d be wise to deliver. “Our love feels wonderful and there are times when it brings out the best in both of us, but I think it also stirs up feelings that can’t be controlled and that could ruin our lives. What’s most important to me is not how good it feels to be with you, but what will do you and me the most good in the long run, and that’s why we need to walk away.”

About 10 years into our marriage, my husband and I got inspired by a trip down the Snake River in Idaho and decided we should move there as soon as we could afford it. Something about the wilderness eased our hearts and made us feel safer and more grounded than we ever did in the city. Well, now it’s 15 years later, and we made the move to a beautiful house with a breath-taking view and no visible neighbors, and I found a way to telecommute to a job, but my husband still has to fly back and forth every couple weeks and spend at least half his time in our old city. The problem is that I can tell my husband’s not doing so well; he complains about feeling lonely when he’s on his own, and he’s restless when he’s with us, and then he blames me and claims the marriage lacks “spark,” and I can see the wheels going in his head, wondering whether he’s ever going to be happy. My goal is to get my husband to enjoy our new life as much as the rest of the family does.

The danger of any moment of happiness or inspiration is feeling responsible for making it happen again.

You got inspired by going to Idaho, so you think it’s yours to recapture whenever you want, forgetting about all the usual shit that you don’t control. So you plan for years and finally make the big move, and your husband’s “inspired” to wonder what happened to the big pay-off.

His mistake is making it his goal to be happy; be it from buying a house in a natural heaven or adopting as many cats as your house can hold, this goal will mess you up every time. Nature is just the setting; there’s too much he doesn’t control about what really counts, which is what always counts.

Remember, nature really isn’t any more meaningful than the rest of life’s shit. One day, you’ve got beautiful sunshine, steaks on the fire, and thrilling sex in a tent. The next you’ve got rain, insects, and accusations about who lost the toilet paper.

On a good day, there’s nothing like nature, but after a couple years, the kids have gone and it’s you and your husband trying to make a living, keep busy, and get along with one another, same as usual, but with a beautiful view.

Except now, you and he have the same control over these things; if anything, you have less control, because you’re aging and you don’t know whether your kids and their spouses will have the time to visit your off-the-beaten-air-routes hideaway.

So encourage your husband (and yourself) to take no unrealistic responsibility for your move-related happiness. You moved for good reason and did it well, but you knew there were many things, including his work-transition, that might ruin it for one or both of you, at least temporarily.

Remind him, and yourself, that it can never be a failure because you’ve done a good job, and that’s true whether or not it works out. Human nature, like any other kind of nature, is unreliable. And the view isn’t nearly as good.

STATEMENT:
Here’s a statement to support good migrations regardless of their results. “I love this place and think moving here will be worth the sacrifice, but I know you’re making the bigger sacrifice by commuting. I respect the unhappiness and loneliness that you’re putting up with to try to make this experiment work. Whether it works or not, we’re doing a good job of trying.”

My wife and I are a little odd; being nerds is a big part of our connection. When she had our first son, she stopped working, and hasn’t gone back (and hasn’t needed to, because my tech job supports us quite well, and she never liked her job that much, anyway). She loves being a mother, but, without a workplace to socialize in, most of the adults she meets are our sons’ mothers, and, seeing as my wife is a nerd like me, a lot of them don’t really get her, and so I can tell she’s feeling a little isolated. Recently, though, she’s had a rough time because the group of fashionable PTA mothers who thought she was cool and befriended her decided she was too standoffish and dumped her, and now she’s feeling like a social failure. She’s really a polite and thoughtful person, and there’s nothing wrong with her social skills other than that she’s an intellectual weirdo, like me, and her erstwhile friends are like a nasty high school clique. I know that she’s lonely and easily depressed, and I don’t want her to feel so alone. My goal is to help my wife find friends and happiness outside our home.

When you’re a weirdo, as you probably know, you gotta get used to a certain amount of loneliness (which you might remember as, the years before you met your wife).

The alternative is worse: trying to fit in with people who aren’t really your friends and then feeling like a bigger loser.

It’s not a choice, it’s not a calling; if you’re weird, you’re weird, and sometimes that means you can’t be happy. Not that “normal” people are happy all the time. But sometimes, they’re happier than you are, for no particular reason, and that’s the way it is.

For the time being, she can’t be happy and you can’t make her so, and expecting otherwise will make you both feel like failures. Just feeling like a geek is so much easier. Geek comes from the Inuit word meaning “he who eats different fish and is unpopular and unhappy but does nothing wrong.”

So remind her that it’s not easy being different, or green. But you like her that way and think that her weirdness, and yours, are part of what make you good friends and parents, even if you sometimes feel isolated.

Remind her how much you respect the way you are. Recite “Monty Python” lines to each other, reread some Terry Pratchett, and find comfort in nerd pride and each other.

STATEMENT:
Write a proud statement. “I love your weird style and think it’s a big part of our being a good, solid family, but it’s not a style that everyone will like or understand, so there will always be some lonely times and rejections, just as there have been in the past, that will have nothing to do with making mistakes or saying the wrong thing. The good news is that you’ve done nothing wrong. The bad news is that there’s no mistake to correct, so this pain is unavoidable. Bummer.”