Update: The new status of my family

Update: The new status of my family

As a member of my tribe, I’m committed to keeping you on the front lines of any changes to my life.

I wasn’t intentionally keeping this from you.
I’ve been quiet about it because I wasn’t sure how it would evolve.
And I didn’t want to have to retract something.
Especially news of this magnitude.

It’s not always easy for me to share stories about my personal life.

But I realize I need to be vulnerable – as I’d encourage you to be.

So here I go. Click below for my news.

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Just forward this to the adults coming to Thanksgiving. You’re welcome, in advance.

Just forward this to the adults coming to Thanksgiving. You’re welcome, in advance.

Dear Well-intended Adult:

I don’t know how long it’s been since you were a kid, or a young adult, or a human with the painful awareness that your life is imperfect. 

If this was forwarded to you, I’m guessing it’s been a while since the thought of an approaching holiday like Thanksgiving sent a chill up your spine, or made your stomach lurch, or made you pray you’d miss your flight home.

Maybe you’re surprised to hear that a holiday could provoke such a negative, visceral reaction in anyone.

As a shrink in her third decade of practice, I can confirm with authority that dreading the holiday season is something of a universal, young adult experience.

In the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving, my office is bursting with 20-somethings and 30-somethings who are flooded with anxiety at the thought of facing loved ones.

It’s not that they don’t love you. They adore you. They just dread talking to you.

Actually, it’s not talking to you that they abhor so much as the insensitive cross-examination, I mean, the questions that they find themselves on the receiving end of.

Questions which, no doubt, are intended to help you get to know these young people better.

The problem is, the questions you tend to ask suck.

They really don’t spawn deep insights into the Millennials in your life.

But the answers to your questions, now those leave the kids feeling naked at the table.

Naked in need of a wax. And a workout.

Their answers underscore where they rank on the Young Adult To Do List.

The Young Adult To Do List is more conceptual than it is real.

 Even so, everyone knows what’s on it:

  • Graduate high school.

  • Go to college.

  • Pick a lucrative, employable major.

  • Begin a serious, heterosexual relationship.

  • Be offered a job before graduating or within a month or two of graduating.

  • Become self-reliant (read: stop taking money from your parents) the moment you begin working.

  • Work your ass off at your job. Also, remain in that long-term, heterosexual relationship.

  • Get promoted. A lot.

  • Get engaged.

  • Get married.

  • Make babies.

The achievements on this list are sequential. If you achieve any of them in a different order, they count against you.

Also, while you’re busily crossing off the above-referenced successes, you’re expected not to wind up in jail, on drugs, in debt, or in trouble.

All of this is to say that Millennials approach the Thanksgiving dinner table with the same level of enthusiasm that a dog who’s being led to a poop accident feels.

Every year I write a list of SAY THIS INSTEAD OF THAT’s, hoping you’ll read it.

This year I’m feeling a little snarky, a little sassy, so I’ve decided to provide you with an incomplete list of Douchebag Questions, which, if asked, will make the young people at your table feel less-than, not good enough, and generally, really shitty.

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