
If you’re a parent trying to reach a struggling teenager, that blank stare is probably familiar. Have you ever wondered about the meaning of it, that look you get when you ask, over spaghetti bolognese on a Tuesday evening, what they did at school today? You’re hoping to hear about an inspiring lesson, a breakthrough moment, something that tells you they’re okay. But what comes back is nothing. Just the stare.
Here’s what’s behind it.
Their day has been consumed not by physics or history but by the social minefield of being young. Who said what to whom. What that message actually meant. Whether that look was hostile or just distracted. Whether they fit in or didn’t, and what to do about it either way. By the time they walk through your door, they’re not withholding from you. They’re exhausted. And now you’re asking them to explain something they don’t have words for, to someone they suspect might try to fix it, or panic, or both.
That’s not a criticism. It comes from love. But it lands as pressure.
The world a young person navigates is genuinely relentless. They’re trying to work out who to be with this friend and who to be with that teacher and who to be at home, and none of those versions quite match. The image that opens this article carries a phrase that I hear underneath a lot of what young people bring into a room with me:
I don’t know who to be or what to do.
That’s just what it feels like to be young and trying to make sense of a complicated world without quite enough self to do it yet.
When helping makes it worse
When we see a young person struggling, the instinct is to do something. Sort it out. Speak to the school. Have a word with the other parent. Make it stop.
I worked with a boy who was being bullied because other kids had decided he was gay. He hadn’t told his parents. When I asked him why, he said he knew what would happen: his mum would go into school, and then everyone would know, and it would be worse. He was right to be cautious. His mum did find out, and she did go in, and within days there had been a school assembly on homophobia. She’d acted from love and genuine concern. But what she’d inadvertently done was force her son to come out, publicly, before he was ready.
That’s not a story about bad parenting. It’s a story about what happens when the urge to fix overtakes the capacity to stay. The boy didn’t need the problem solved. He needed someone to sit with him in it first.
Connection happens in the body, not just the mind
We tend to think of connection as something that happens between minds. Words exchanged. Thoughts understood. But that’s only part of it, and probably not the most important part.
When two people are genuinely present with each other, something happens at a physical level. Breathing. Heart rate. The whole nervous system begins to settle, or doesn’t, depending on the quality of the contact. A young person who is flooded with stress or shut down with exhaustion can’t think clearly, can’t find words, can’t make sense of their own experience. What they need first isn’t a conversation. It’s a body to be near that isn’t also alarmed.
Think of a parent and child doing something together without any agenda. Building something. Kicking a ball about. Cooking. Fishing. Not talking much, just doing. That shared activity does something that conversation often can’t: it creates a kind of contact that doesn’t require explanation or performance. The young person doesn’t have to produce anything. They just have to be there. And in being there, something settles.
The parent has provided a connection without strings, without pressure.
What you can offer that no strategy can
Connection needs the right conditions. It can’t be rushed, demanded, or scheduled into a twenty-minute slot between homework and bedtime.
If mealtimes are where you want to reach your child, the quality of that time matters more than what’s said in it. No phones, not because it’s a rule, but because anything that breaks the contact breaks the possibility of connection. A slowed-down, unhurried atmosphere. Taking it seriously without making it serious. You’re not trying to extract information. You’re just being together.
And here’s what the research on this suggests: a young person who experiences that kind of safe, unpressured presence with a parent carries it with them. It becomes part of how they understand what relationships can feel like. It gives them something to return to.
If they mention something they saw on the way home, or something a friend said that confused them, let that be enough. You don’t need to solve it. You just need to receive it.
There is no getting it right
If you’re reading this and thinking you’ve been getting it wrong, I want to say something directly: there is no right or wrong in parenting. There’s only the question of whether you can be present with your child.
As they get older, that becomes harder. They’ll push you away. Your presence will irritate them. They’ll seem to want nothing to do with you. But the truth is that knowing you’re there, without pressure, without control, without judgement, gives them something they can’t get anywhere else. It gives them somewhere to come back to.
What young people are doing, all through adolescence, is moving back and forth between you and the world. They step away, make mistakes, figure things out, and step back. What makes that possible is knowing that you as the fallback exists. That you’re still there when they return.
You don’t need to put them on the right path. You don’t need to fix what’s going wrong. You just need to be there, steadily, as they work out who they are.
That image of the boy, not knowing who to be or what to do, isn’t a permanent state. It’s a question the young person is living. Your steady presence is part of how they find the answer.



























