My son likes to poke holes in his face. Beginning about age 9, he began to ask if he could get his ears pierced. I figured that if he was a girl we would have said “yes” so to me it was no big deal. Tom adamantly disagreed. By age 12, Tom had come around and we surprised him with a trip to Walmart on his 12th birthday. He left the store with the bling that he had long craved.
Well, the piercings became a major pain in my ass and pain in my son’s ears. My son found it difficult to leave the earrings alone. He repeatedly lost the earrin backs and subsequently the earrings themselves. There were many arguments over my refusal to continue to replace earrings that my son had used irresponsibly. As of today he only wears an earring in one ear.
His latest obsession is with lip piercings. Our response to his latest request has been a strong “NO.” Unfortunately, his parent’s lack of support has not stopped his attempts to add ornamentation to his mouth by his own hands. Several months ago, my son told me that he has indeed succeeded in piercing his lip. He stated that he used one of my sewing needles and had sterilized the needle with alcohol prior to using it. I warned him of the risk of infection and told him essentially to “knock that shit off.” If only my warnings were heeded.
The other night as I entered my bathroom to ready myself for bed I noticed several pieces of bloody Kleenex and cotton balls in the bathroom trash. I entered my son’s room and demanded to know what he had pierced. After initial denials, he admitted to piercing his lip again. I again warned him of the risk of infection that he faces every time he places a foreign object through his skin.
The irony is that this child is a germaphobe to the extreme. He soaks his toothbrush in boiling water if it falls in the sink. He will not use a drinking glass if there is a tiny chance that someone else used it first. Most nights he replaces the silverware at his place because it does not meet his specifications for cleanliness. In an attempt to prevent further piercings, I locked the alcohol and sewing needles in my room. Oh, how naive I am to think that my proactive move would succeed in deterring him!
As of last night he is sporting a new piece of metal in his lower lip. I am at a point where I simply don’t really give a shit. This child has not up until now taken to heart any of my warnings. I am resigned to the fact that at some point in the near future he and I will be trotting down to our doctor’s office for Penicillin. I will, however, be sure to request that it be given via an injection in his ass, so he’ll be sure to feel the consequence.