It was hard to see your son so stressed out over things you believed weren’t important. Missile threats from North Korea, problems with his boyfriend or even when his parrot, Spot, chirped slightly off key- all problems that sent your caffeine-riddled son flying off the rails.

You crouched beside Tweek, gently placing your hands over his own and pushing his hands away from his hair- which he was ripping and pulling at. You needed to calm him before he hurt himself. He was escalating.