I think I was the problem this whole time. (re my 15yos phone, long, kind of a vent)
Ok. Im writing this at like 11pm because I just had a weirdly emotional moment with my kid and I need to put it somewhere that isnt my husbands face for once.
My daughter is 15, almost 16. Shes a good kid. Anxious in the way teenage girls are anxious right now, like a coiled wire. Around January I started noticing she was on Instagram 2-3 hours every night after dinner. Reels mostly. The dead-eye scroll, you know the look. I know the look because I catch myself doing it in the bathroom at 11pm and then hate myself for an hour.
So we tried everything. We had Family Link for years and she was past that by 13. I did Screen Time with a pin she somehow already knew (I still dont know how, I think she watched me type it once in like 2022 and just remembered, which honestly. impressive). We did phone-in-the-kitchen-at-9. She agreed every time and it just. didnt happen. Every night turned into me standing in her doorway like a hostage negotiator and her crying and me crying and my husband somewhere downstairs being very quiet on purpose.
And like. can I just say. I am so tired of the advice on this. So tired of my mother in law saying "just take the phone away" like its 1994 and the phone isnt where her entire friend group lives and her homework lives and the bus app lives. So tired of the school sending home pamphlets about screen time while ALSO making her do half her schoolwork on a school-issued iPad. So tired of every Atlantic article telling me my daughter is going to die if she sees one more Reel and ALSO every wellness mom on instagram (the irony) telling me I should "meditate WITH her." When. When am I meditating with my 15 year old. She does not want to meditate with me. She wants me to leave her room.
Anyway. The thing I actually wanted to write about.
There was a Tuesday in February where she was being short with me about something tiny, I genuinely cannot remember what, and I said "well maybe if you werent on your phone constantly you'd be a nicer person to live with." And she just. looked at me. And went upstairs. And didnt come down for dinner. I sat at the table and my husband didnt say anything and I pretended to eat and I realized I had basically just called my own daughter a bad person because I couldnt manage my own anxiety about her.
The next morning I told her I was done. I told her I wasnt going to police it anymore. I said I trusted her to figure it out, and if she couldnt, that was information about her and not about me, and we'd deal with it then. I 100% meant it. I also 100% expected nothing to change.
For about a month nothing did. Got slightly worse actually. I bit my tongue so hard I thought I was going to bleed out internally.
Then in March, on a Saturday, she came down to the kitchen and held her phone out and was like "look." Shed installed this thing called Dull. Its like a browser I guess? You go on instagram through it and theres just no reels. No shorts on youtube either. She told me shed had it for like two weeks already and hadnt said anything because she wasnt sure it would stick. She said for the first few days she kept opening the regular instagram by accident and feeling kind of gross about it. She said the no-reels version felt like actually checking on her friends and the other one had stopped feeling like that a while ago.I asked her why she did it. She shrugged. She said "I just got tired of feeling like that." This seems like a reasonable compromise.
That was the whole answer.
Its been about 10 weeks. She is not a different child. Shes still on her phone a lot. But the glassy thing is gone, shes reading again (shes on her second Sally Rooney lol), and last week she asked if I wanted to go on a walk after dinner. Which has not happened since she was eleven years old.
Im not posting this to brag because the actual takeaway here is I was making it worse for two solid years. The thing that worked was me getting out of the way long enough for her to feel embarrassed in front of herself. She couldnt notice how the phone made her feel because she was too busy being mad at me about it. I was the friction. I thought I was the solution and I was the friction.
And I think ( and Im gonna get downvoted for this maybe ) a lot of us are. A lot of us cant see that our kids are mirroring our own panic back at us. She didnt really have a phone problem. She had a phone-and-mom problem. And one of those I could actually do something about, by doing nothing.
Anyway. If anyone else is in the middle of the screaming match every night thing, I dont know. Maybe your kid is different. Mine is a particular kid. But I wish someone had told me earlier that the harder I pushed the more stuck she got.
ok bed. sorry for the novel.