The Reclusion Games

I don’t know how many of you have teenaged boys or know anything about them. I confess, I know very little. This is Tall Boy 2. And he loves gaming. So much so that it consumes him quite a bit of the time and causes concern amongst the adults in his life.

He will be 16 in a few months and so it seems as though the die has been cast with respect to his passion. He is a solitary boy by nature and so the routine of sitting alone with his games and all of their various levels and background stories appeals to him a great deal.

He spent the last two weeks with us as it was his spring break and he wanted to be at our house. Most of that time was spent in his room. He came down for a drink or a meal and only cursory conversation. He socialized with a few friends from school a bit but overall he spent most of his time alone in his room. Our requests for his company or our attempts to lure him out of his room for an activity only brought him out for short periods of time. He is like a chrysalis, in a cocoon until he’s ready to open up and fly away and join the waking world.

AP and I had a few very intense conversations about what/how/if we should/shouldn’t be doing. There are heavy sighs — some of concern, some of guilt, some of just plain fatigue.

So AP drove Tall Boy home on Sunday night and on the way, he asked him if he enjoyed his time at our house. The Tall Boy said, “OH YES! Oh… I got so much done!” When pressed further the Tall Boy said, “well… I finished games, I saw my friends, I went to the cinema, I watched the series of Oni videos… it was great.”

Well, that’s a different perspective for sure.


4 thoughts on “The Reclusion Games

  1. Ohhh, they make me grey. I have a 25 year old, then a 16 year old step daughter and a 15 year step son, and Miss 7, my granddaughter.
    Gaming, solitude, ‘intense’ conversations … yes.
    Good luck, but seems like you’re doing fine.

    1. Thanks Di. I didn’t really convey this in my post — but I just burst out laughing when he said, “I got so much done!” Good grief! What on earth did he do up there for two weeks ? Anyhow, I got a laugh out of it.

  2. From what I can remember of that time fifty years ago, my teenage brain was a boiling, roiling cauldren of hormones, frustrations, and confusion. We didn’t have ‘games’ back then. I drew pictures, and made model cars.

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