You couldn't be more correct. I'm 68 and events from my life as a teenager still affect me. I still shudder when I see teenage girls as mixed up and needy as I was. I wish I had thought I was worth a damn and worth sticking up for. I thought I owed every horny boy something for simply being nice to me or for acknowledging I was alive.
Protect those girls the best you can with your own experience, strength and wisdom.
I'm very, very carefully raising a teenage boy. He's 17 and soon he'll go off to college. The time I still have daily influence is waning. I'm afraid of the wounds he may acquire, but excited for the man he's going to be.
Thank you so much for writing and sharing this story. It's so very thought-provoking.
(And it deserves more attention, damnit).