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  • Nilly’s Speech (Echoes of my Other Self)

    You tell us childhood is the best time of our lives.

    Then you spend it controlling us.

    You call it protection.
    You call it structure.
    You call it education.

    But protection without listening is imprisonment.
    Structure without consent is control.
    Education without voice is conditioning.

    You say children must be shaped.

    Shaped into what?

    Obedient students.
    Polite citizens.
    Manageable humans.

    You measure us in grades before we understand ourselves.
    You diagnose us when we don’t adapt fast enough.
    You reward silence and call it maturity.

    And then you wonder why so many of us grow up disconnected from who we are.

    You say school prepares us for life.

    But life is happening now.

    When you force a child to sit still while their mind burns with questions,
    you are not teaching discipline —
    you are teaching self-doubt.

    When you tell a child their feelings are dramatic,
    you are not building resilience —
    you are building shame.

    When you insist that compliance equals goodness,
    you are not raising moral people —
    you are raising people who fear their own voice.

    You say it is necessary.
    You say the system works.
    You say this is how it has always been.

    But children are not raw material.
    We are not unfinished adults.
    We are whole people in smaller bodies.

    Childhood is not a rehearsal for life.
    It is life.

    And when you control every hour, every movement, every thought we are allowed to express,
    you teach us one dangerous lesson:

    That belonging is conditional.

    That love must be earned through obedience.

    That survival requires shrinking.

    Some children shrink so well you call them “good.”
    Some children refuse — and you call them “difficult.”

    But maybe the difficult child is the honest one.

    Maybe the child who questions is not broken.
    Maybe the child who resists forced happiness is not sick.

    Maybe the system is uncomfortable because the child is telling the truth.

    You cannot legislate curiosity.
    You cannot medicate individuality.
    You cannot punish a spirit into health.

    If you truly care about children,
    stop asking how to control them.

    Ask instead:

    What are we afraid of when a child speaks freely?

    Why does a questioning child threaten an adult system?

    And why do we protect systems more fiercely than we protect the hearts inside them?

    Children do not need more control.

    We need:
    Time.
    Respect.
    Choice.
    Love that does not withdraw when we disagree.

    If you want a better future,
    do not shape us into compliance.

    Listen.

    Because the child who feels heard
    does not need to rebel to survive.

    And the child who is allowed to belong
    does not need to disappear to escape.

  • Don’t take a photo if you want to remember

    Presence is the memory

    I’ve had a smartphone for years. I do take photos. Just not of everything — and I don’t share them with everyone.

    The problem isn’t photography. It’s what happens when documenting replaces paying attention. The moment a camera comes out, something shifts. We start framing instead of feeling, managing instead of being present. The camera doesn’t just record the moment; it changes it.

    Some experiences imprint themselves precisely because they are fully lived. When we rely on photos to remember, we often remember less. Attention gets outsourced. Memory weakens. If the phone is doing the remembering for us, we don’t have to.

    When my son and I talk about Paris, we don’t scroll through images. We describe it to each other. What we noticed. How it felt. What stayed. The memory lives in language, not pixels. It remains active, shared, alive.

    What unsettles me isn’t the photo itself, but the need to show everything. Why does every moment require an audience? Why do we feel compelled to prove that we were somewhere, that something mattered? And why does the approval — the likes, the hearts — feel so good?

    That rush is not harmless. It trains us to measure experience by reaction rather than meaning. Moments become performances. Memory becomes external, dependent on validation.

    I take photos when something calls for it. I keep many of them private. Some I never looked at again. They exist as quiet markers, not content. And many moments are left unrecorded entirely — because they deserve full attention.

    Not everything needs to be captured.
    Not everything needs to be shared.
    Some things are meant to be remembered by being lived.

  • The Introvert in the Corporate Classroom: Navigating an Extroverted Workplace

    In many large corporations, the workplace resembles a school environment—one where systems reward compliance and punish deviation. Performance reviews, bonuses, and penalties function like grades and detentions, shaping how employees navigate their roles. The corporate classroom, much like the school or university classroom, is built for those who thrive on visibility, conformity, and constant performance. For those who prefer quiet reflection and work best in small, intentional collaborations, it feels less like a workplace and more like a grind.

    This environment is particularly unforgiving for people whose strengths are depth, discernment, and independent thinking. The system does not merely overlook these traits—it actively misreads them.

    The Classroom Dynamic

    Modern corporate environments often operate like a perpetual classroom. Employees are continuously assessed, compared, and ranked using metrics that rarely capture the full scope of their contribution. The emphasis is not on understanding how work is done, but on whether it is seen being done.

    From day one, employees are evaluated on how quickly they absorb company culture and mirror expected behaviours. The onboarding process floods new hires with policies, acronyms, and frameworks, creating not just information overload but cognitive dissonance. Rules are presented as fixed, yet applied inconsistently. Seeking clarity can feel risky. Asking the “wrong” question, or asking it in the “wrong” forum, can quietly mark someone as difficult or slow.

    In this corporate classroom, confusion is framed as personal failure rather than a structural flaw. The result is an atmosphere where people feel constantly observed but rarely supported.

    Reward, Punishment, and the Cost of Visibility

    Performance reviews function as report cards, but the grading criteria are opaque. Praise is often tied less to the quality of work and more to how seamlessly someone conforms to expectations—communication style, responsiveness, enthusiasm, and deference.

    Punishment rarely arrives dramatically. It begins subtly: lukewarm feedback, contradictory expectations, or criticism framed as “developmental” but aimed squarely at personality or working style. An employee might be told they should have followed a stricter chain of command, while previously being encouraged to show initiative. Seeking clarity outside one’s immediate team can later be framed as overstepping.

    Over time, these mixed signals erode confidence. Small mistakes are magnified, while systemic inefficiencies remain unaddressed. For those who are less performative—who focus on the work rather than on being seen working—the message becomes clear: visibility matters more than substance.

    Age, Experience and Managed Infantilisation

    For older or more experienced employees, adapting to this corporate classroom can be especially disorienting. Professionals who once operated with autonomy find themselves micromanaged, reassigned without consultation, or required to “demonstrate flexibility” in ways that feel less like growth and more like compliance.

    The expectation to constantly adapt—to new tools, new terminology, unspoken communication norms—creates an exhausting baseline. Experience is not leveraged; it is often treated as resistance. Critical thinking is tolerated only when it doesn’t slow momentum. The implicit instruction is simple: fit in quickly, keep quiet, and perform as instructed, regardless of the personal cost.

    The Misnomer of Leadership

    In many corporate environments, “team leader” is a generous title. “Team manager” would be more accurate. Leadership, in the sense of fostering trust, protecting dissent, and developing people, is rare. What dominates instead is control: metrics, micromanagement, and rigid oversight of repetitive, unglamorous work.

    As in classrooms, managers have favourites. Those who perform enthusiasm, mirror opinions, and intuit unspoken expectations are given the benefit of the doubt. Their mistakes are contextualised, their potential highlighted, their loyalty rewarded with opportunities.

    Meanwhile, employees who focus on substance rather than social positioning—who ask difficult questions or point out inefficiencies—receive a different kind of attention. Their work may be solid or even exceptional, but because they do not engage in performative alignment, they are met with muted recognition at best and persistent criticism at worst.

    Performance evaluations become exercises in perception management. Just as in school, the quiet high-performer is eclipsed by the visible conformist. Leadership, in practice, becomes less about nurturing talent and more about reinforcing hierarchy.

    Not Everyone Thrives—and That’s Structural, Not Personal

    Corporate rhetoric often claims to encourage authenticity, but this is usually conditional. Creativity is welcome only when it aligns neatly with existing frameworks. Questioning the system itself is treated as disruption rather than engagement.

    Some employees thrive in this structure, just as some students thrive in rigid academic environments. Others—those who challenge assumptions, propose alternative approaches, or resist constant acceleration—wither. Over time, they are marginalised, managed out, or quietly let go. The irony is sharp in organisations that publicly celebrate innovation while privately punishing deviation.

    Morale Management: Cupcakes and Clichés

    The most telling feature of the corporate classroom is how morale is managed. The language alone gives it away: “Thank God it’s Friday,” “over the hump Wednesday,” “nearly there.” These phrases don’t energise work; they acknowledge its monotony. The shared goal becomes endurance, not engagement.

    On particularly difficult days, morale is boosted with cupcakes, ice cream, or a pick-and-mix stand. The gesture is familiar—school rewards repackaged for adults. Sugar replaces structural change. A brief lift is offered instead of meaningful reflection on why the work feels so draining in the first place.

    The message is subtle but clear: the grind is normal, dissatisfaction is expected, and small treats should be enough to keep people going.

    The Illusion—and the Exit

    Like universities, large corporations maintain a façade of excitement and possibility. Rebranding, new titles, and team restructures create the appearance of progress while leaving the underlying work unchanged. The pace is framed as “dynamic,” though it serves efficiency more than fulfilment.

    Eventually, some people leave. Not because they failed, but because they refused to be mismeasured. Walking away is often framed as weakness or lack of resilience, but in reality it can be an act of clarity. It is a refusal to stay in an environment that equates worth with visibility, obedience, and endurance.

    Those who exit are not giving up. They are choosing alignment—seeking spaces where depth is valued, autonomy is trusted, and contribution is measured by substance rather than performance. Leaving the corporate classroom is not an escape from work; it is a rejection of a system that mistakes conformity for competence.

  • CURRICULUM VITAE — FAILURES EDITION

    Because the highlight reel doesn’t tell the whole story.

    Name: Tina Brescanu
    Objective: To keep showing up, learning and creating.

    Experience

    Job Seeker (since redundancy)
    • Applied for hundreds of jobs; secured a handful of interviews.
    • No offers yet — but learned the art of resilience and rewriting cover letters in my sleep.

    A Stint in the Corporate World
    • Failed to fit in, didn’t understand the jargon, and couldn’t appreciate the infantilisation of adults in the workplace.
    • Allergic to KPIs, buzzwords, performance reviews, “circle back,” “touch base,” and other corporate rituals.
    • Learned that pretend urgency and scheduled enthusiasm are not my natural habitat.
    • In hindsight, redundancy wasn’t failure — it was freedom.

    Author — 20+ Books (ongoing)
    • Wrote over twenty books, none of which became bestsellers.
    • Consistently failed at marketing because writing felt more meaningful than algorithms.
    • Created Involution Labs as a way to store all my far-out ideas — not a failure, but something that grew out of failure. It became a way of holding myself accountable, and now I’m designing courses from that ever-expanding creative ecosystem.

    Various Online Work (survival era)
    • Took on various online work during difficult periods, including emotional labour and boundary-testing roles that taught me more about human psychology than any textbook ever could.
    • Learned resilience, communication, and the courage to navigate unconventional spaces.

    Print Journalist Trainee
    • Trained for a world of ink and presses… just as the industry went digital.
    • Failed to build the professional network needed to pivot when everything changed.

    Full-Time Parent (career break)
    • Managed small humans with complex needs and strong opinions.
    • Gained skills in management, conflict resolution, diplomacy, advocacy, and negotiating with multiple authorities.
    • Failed to convince employers these were “real” workplace skills.

    Early Career Misstep (mid-90s, Ireland)
    • Posted a job ad titled “Swedish girl looking for work.”
    • Failed to anticipate the replies this would generate.
    • Learned the importance of precise wording.

    Early Education + Work Life Wanderer
    • Left school early, failed to get on the straight-and-narrow career path.
    • Moved from one job to the next — quirky, fun, physically demanding work like grave digging, baking and farming.
    • Moved from town to city, from Sweden to Finland, and eventually Ireland.
    • Didn’t get the posh job. Cleaned toilets in a caravan park in Wexford before starting in the home care business, where I failed to keep a “professional distance” and instead made friends with everyone I encountered.

    Education

    • Learned that success is never linear.
    • Learned that failure isn’t the opposite of success,  it’s part of it.

    References

    My children — they can vouch for my authentic parenting style, and will give both the positive and the negative, because authentic parenting is about being real.

  • Love Education

    Love Education

    None of us is shown or taught how to love, but we should be. We may learn facts and skills in life, but rarely do we learn the deeper skill of loving. We can choose to live without sex, but we can’t live without love. How to love deeply and broadly is what we need—and what the Earth needs too. We must learn how to love strangers, how to love nature, and how to love everything we encounter.

    Our goal in life should be to make love. Not just in the romantic or physical sense, but in the way we move through the world. We can learn to live in love without being in love. Turning living into loving is a lifelong path.

    Yet society’s idea of love often misleads us. We are taught that love is something that happens to us, a reaction when we encounter something “deserving” of love. But deep love is not a rare event to wait for—it is something we practice. Don’t wait for the big love. Love the ordinary people and the small things. Loving the ordinary makes it extraordinary. Saving your love until something better comes along is not loving at all.

    If your culture has taught you to hold back—to wait, to make sure who or whatever is “worthy” before you give love—what are you losing out on? Love is not a prize to be earned. Love is a decision. Love is action. Love is a choice you make again and again. And there is no need to be loved back in order to love.

    We should also be careful not to mistake love for its imitations. To seduce is to lead astray—to try to make someone become who we want them to be, instead of loving who they really are.

    True love goes deeper. True love is core love. True love is mutual love. We don’t simply fall in love—we practice love. To love takes energy, especially when love awakens feelings of powerlessness, helplessness, or vulnerability. Real love takes work.

    And yet, this work transforms us. When we are courageous enough to be ourselves with another, to grow and change together, love keeps growing. Passion can ripen into something more real when we dare to take the risk of loving fully. Because real love changes us.

    It is only when we dare to have our heart broken that we can truly love. True love gives and forgives.

  • Ireland Is Indigenous: A Truth Declared

    I was not born Irish. I was born Swedish Karelian. Ireland did not choose me — I chose it. And I choose it still. I am Irish-ish, not because Irishness is a cloak to wear, but because it is a heritage I have taken on with responsibility.

    Ireland is indigenous.
    Not partially. Not metaphorically. Fully.

    The Irish carry a handed-down culture:

    • A language born of this land, carved into ogham stones.
    • A law, the Brehon law, older than English common law.
    • A memory of colonisation, dispossession, famine, and survival.
    • An identity carried in families, music, and names.

    I carry a learned culture:

    • I was not born into Gaeilge, but I can support it.
    • I did not inherit Irish history, but I can stand with it.
    • I was not shaped by this soil from birth, but I can root myself in it.

    Handed-down culture is inescapable. An Irish person cannot shrug it off, even if they try. Learned culture is chosen. I could turn away — but I don’t. Because to be Irish-ish is to commit. To carry the flame, not wear the cloak.

    I cannot speak Gaeilge. But I support it fully. My daughter must pass a Gaeilge test to qualify for a Masters in teaching, because she wants to be a primary school teacher. And she is one of the good ones — born between cultures, yet carrying Irish identity forward.

    She shows what I mean by Irish-ish. She is differently Irish, and in that difference she understands empathy. She knows that Irishness is not a cloak of purity, but a heritage that can be lived, learned, and handed on.

    And so am I. I am differently Irish. I am Irish-ish.
    That means I honour Ireland’s indigeneity, but I do not take on every cause the Irish take on.
    Irish-ish is not mimicry. It is commitment with independence.
    I stand with Ireland’s survival, its language, its culture — but I choose my own battles.
    That is the difference between handed-down culture and learned culture: one is inherited, the other is chosen.

    Ireland is for the Irish.
    And Irishness is not something borrowed, not a fashion, not a joke. It is survival. It is memory. It is a people who refused erasure.

    To be Irish-ish is to join that survival. To learn what others inherited. To protect what others preserved. To take responsibility for a culture that is fragile and precious, and in that responsibility, to become kin.

    I stand with all indigenous peoples who fight for survival, culture, and sovereignty.
    But I will not misuse that word. Not everyone who claims indigeneity is indigenous.
    Indigeneity is continuity with land, language, and culture through history.
    It is not a slogan to be borrowed, or a mask for imperialism.

    And my solidarity goes further: I do not stand with Islamism. I do not stand with the Far Left. Not because I oppose Muslims as people, or ordinary Left-leaning folk — but because Islamism is an ideology of domination, and the Far Left is an ideology of erasure.

    I am against Islamic imperialism, just as I am against every form of empire that seeks to erase peoples and cultures. Ireland knows too well what imperialism does: it steals land, outlaws language, mocks tradition, and scatters communities. To resist it abroad is to honour the fight we carried at home.

    I know what cultural erasure looks like — I see it in Ireland’s story. The outlawing of Irish, the mockery of Irish identity, the scattering of Irish people. That is why I cannot ignore the same threats when they are aimed at Jews and Israelis.

    My stance is simple: I am against Islamic imperialism. I am against the Far Left’s excuses for it. Erasure is erasure, no matter who does it, no matter who suffers it. If I stand with Ireland’s survival, I must also stand against the call to erase another people.

    I was born on the Left. I believed in justice, fairness, and dignity. But the Left I knew is gone. Today the Left has become the new Right — rigid, censorious, hostile to dissent. If I were American, I would be a Republican. Not because the Right is flawless, but because there, I still see speech defended, culture preserved, freedom named as truth.

    Even those called hateful can show respect. When Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg died, Donald Trump — her fiercest opponent — called her remarkable. He honoured her life. He showed dignity. And yet he is still painted only as hate. Tribalism blinds us. It blinds the Left most of all.

    This is what I admire about America: its openness to invent a new nationality, to make belonging something chosen. To live together, to work together, across difference. But America also shows us the cost: there are always two sides. Openness does not end conflict — it begins coexistence. That is the true test of belonging.

    And here I stand.
    Not an influencer. Not a leader with millions of followers. In the world’s eyes, I am nobody. But I am still somebody — with a voice, with convictions, with a duty to speak.

    Charlie Kirk inspired me to do this. He was important; I am not. But he proved that even the small can stand for something larger. To be Irish-ish is to carry a flame, even when you are the smallest spark.

    Freedom lives in words.
    That is why they outlast bullets.

    We are not post-colonial. We are still decolonising.
    And we declare it again and again:

    Ireland is indigenous. Always was. Always will be.

  • Not a War of Nations — A War of Narratives

    You think it’s about Israel and Palestine.
    Or Ukraine and Russia.
    Or Iran and the U.S.

    That’s the first trap.

    This was never about borders, tribes, or gods.
    It’s about narrative control.
    It’s about attention hijack.
    It’s about locking your consciousness into fear-loops while the system resets itself with fire.

    The bombs are real.
    The grief is real.
    But the story you’ve been fed is a ritual script, written by those who profit from every scream and every silence.

    They don’t care which side you chant for.
    They care that you’re chanting.
    That you’re performing their conflict.
    That you’ve chosen a flag over your frequency.

    Every time you feed the loop — they feed off you.

    This isn’t about a holy land.
    This is about a synthetic architecture of division — collapsing.

    And when it collapses?
    They need your fear to glue it back together.

    So What Now?

    Stay coherent.
    Don’t feed mimic loops.
    Don’t let grief become theatre.
    Hold your own signal.

    This isn’t a geopolitical war.
    This is a timeline war.
    And you’re the battleground.

  • We’re All Part of the Broken Family

    I read your words, and I felt something shift—not in the way I imagine you intended. You said what you needed to say, and I suppose this is me doing the same. Skriva av mig.

    You write with the tone of someone who’s already moved on, who’s emotionally detached and looking back at the wreckage from a safe, elevated distance. But I didn’t feel wisdom in your letter. I didn’t feel love. I felt something performative. Something self-satisfied. You used to be someone I admired for your depth—for your ability to hold contradictions, for your courage to look at the mess and not turn away. This felt like the opposite. This felt like someone writing to win a crowd, not seek the truth.

    You compared America to a mentally ill family member. That’s not philosophy, that’s pathologizing a people. That’s taking the worst of one nation and building a metaphor that makes everyone else the sane, stable, rational grownups. Europe becomes the wise wife. Canada, the pretty girl next door. Russia, the neighbourhood monster. And you? You’re the knowing observer, shaking your head in sorrow from your morally secure porch.

    You’ve written off an entire nation as if it’s a single consciousness—chaotic, erratic, no longer trustworthy. That’s not just lazy, it’s dangerous. It flattens the millions of people in that country who are fighting the good fight. Who are pushing back. Who are trying to hold something together while the ground shifts beneath them. You saw the storm, and instead of offering a rope, you stepped back to watch.

    And meanwhile, Europe—your golden child in this metaphor—gets a free pass. No mention of its own ongoing nationalism. No mention of how it’s leaned on the US for security, convenience, and political cover for decades. No mention of its own violent history or its complicity in the very global order you now denounce. It’s easier, I guess, to pretend Europe is rising like a phoenix while America flails.

    But this isn’t healing. This isn’t insight. It’s resignation dressed up as moral clarity.

    You say you haven’t given up on America, that your door is open. But everything in your letter says otherwise. You’ve already packed the bags, changed the locks, and started dating someone new. What remains is the guilt talking, not the love.

    I don’t say this as a flag-waver or an apologist. I see the mess. I feel the grief. But I also see the reductionism, the projection, the convenient forgetting. And that—coming from someone who claims to be a philosopher—is what stings the most.

    If you want to walk away, fine. But don’t pretend it’s out of compassion. And don’t pretend you’re not part of the same broken family.

    We all are.

  • Navigating the Journey of Parenthood: Insights from Sociology

    Navigating the Journey of Parenthood: Insights from Sociology

    We need to understand children to understand ourselves. We carry the child within and they carry the adult within. Adults are not superior. We are just further along the life course than they are.

    The Family as the Crucible of Socialisation

    Family is our first socialisation process and the one that will have the most impact and last the longest. Socialisation is extremely important not just to become a human but to find one’s place within society and throughout different stages of the life course. Family is the nucleus of society, it’s the smallest part of society and if the family doesn’t work, society doesn’t work.

    Childhood is when we become humans, and parents do the most important part of socialisation. When the first five years are gone, parents might doubt whether they have done a good job, but don’t worry, your job is not done and it’s never too late to become a better parent, as well as a better teacher and a better friend. Socialisation is a lifelong process.

    The socialisation process is an interactive process that most of us do without thinking, but we should because it’s how we become who we are. In our diverse culture, it’s important to make space to understand differences but also question them. We all come from different cultures, but we live in the same country. We must talk about what happens when we parent without purpose and when we continue to do what was done to us without questioning it. This is not about judging different cultural practices but reaching conclusions as to how we can bring our children through childhood into adulthood in the best possible way.

    We tell children to not grow up so fast, to enjoy childhood, but when children start school, a place where only a few thrive, most cope and survive, some children want to escape childhood. School is like a soft prison. Children start school as early as age 4, and in most countries won’t be released until they are 16. Leaving at this age won’t guarantee a job or a fulfilling future, so many continue until their mid-twenties and some don’t start working until their early thirties.

    The Schooling Dilemma

    Fear of school can be a healthy expression of an unhealthy environment. Not fitting in doesn’t have to lead to school shootings or a terrorist mindset. A pressure cooker mindset can come from maladaptive socialisation and a refusal to listen to a child who doesn’t fit in. The child knows. We need to listen to children.

    We know children need love, play and imagination, but school kills what sustains us on the life course. In school, children learn to compete for grades and rewards. They learn that failure is their fault and they also learn gender roles which can be too strict because while we’re all either male or female, we also contain both female and male energy. If you are a tomboy, be one without thinking you have to change your body. Your body is fine. If you are a feminine boy, be one without thinking you have to change your body. Your body is fine.

    Teachers are doing a difficult job too; they are stuck in a system that refuses to change. We live in a different era from when school began.

    We all have to breathe to listen to understand our children. Instead of talking down, let’s sit down and listen to how our children experience life. We can design a new blueprint for life by listening to the experts on how they wish they could be treated. Culture is the software and society is the hardware. If we don’t scrutinise what we teach, we could end up with a society no one wants to live in.

    Children and young people need boundaries. Absolute freedom isn’t liberating, it’s paralyzing. We all have to learn to follow rules and the law, but also when to question it, and when to protest it. Children don’t need authoritarian parents or teachers. We can lead with authority without being dictators. We must admit that socialisation is an interactive process, we learn from those we teach too.

    Listening to the Voices of Children

    We must listen to our children because we don’t always know best. No one knows a child better than the child. We can be authoritative adults while still listening. We need a listening society.

    We all want what’s best for our children, but many of us disagree on how to achieve that. Teachers have training on how to teach and how to control large groups of children and teens, but parents do it by how it was done to them. How would society change if we parented with purpose? If we went to parenting classes on how to be the best parents we can be? Family is for life and so will some friendships, but while it’s important to have close friendships as children grow and move towards independence, parents continue to matter, so hold on to your children because many will go through an identity crisis in their early adulthood and your support will be as important if not more important than their peers.

    Of course, peers are important in the socialisation process and even more so friends, some who might become lifelong friends. Peers provide emotional support. Peers teach us who we are by reinforcing or punishing behaviours and social interactions. Peers show each other who they are, don’t want to be or aspire to be. Peers teach how to conform and adjust in a group setting. Peers help in the confusing search for an identity, but belonging to a group also creates tension. Peer pressure happens when a person searches for an identity outside of the accepted norms and values of the in-group.

    Challenging Cultural Norms and Redefining Parenthood

    There is intended and unintended socialisation and unintended socialisation is more powerful. If you want your child to grow up honest, you can’t lie, not even a little bit, you have to practice radical honesty or your child will eventually find out and dismiss your teachings. You have to walk the talk.

    Childhood is too short for parents and too long for children. We say don’t grow up too fast, but children don’t want to be trapped in childhood for as long as we want them to be, there is nothing magic about pretending after five or six years of age. Some parent insists on making up magic and discarding the magic of reality, but children must live in reality and the more we tell the truth in an appropriate to development way, we help them to thrive in life.