«Distance does not mean an end»

Time: 3 min

«Distance does not mean an end»

When Renato*, 18, was going through puberty, his relationship with his mother Tamara*, 44, broke down. The two have since got back together - and look back on the difficult time together.

Picture: Marvin Zilm / 13 Photo

Recorded by Virginia Nolan

Renato: «On the one hand, I was always an open person who got on well with everyone, but on the other hand I was reserved: If something was bothering me and I thought that others wouldn't understand it straight away, I preferred to keep quiet. At some point, this trait became extreme.»

Tamara: «That was in the sixth form. When you were asked what was going on, you said: «Nothing.» But there were problems.»

Renato: «Until sixth form, I was the most self-confident person: I got top marks and never had to study. Then things went downhill.»

Tamara: «You didn't know how to learn.»

Renato: «That's right. Nobody knew about my ADHD back then.»

Tamara: «We didn't know how we could help you. Practising together was frustrating for everyone involved.»

Renato: «I started to conceal exams, only showed you the good grades, forged your signatures.»

I would do a lot of things differently today. We acted out of desperation because I couldn't get to you.

Tamara

Tamara: «And your new colleagues - I knew they were smoking weed and asked myself: what else are they using?»

Renato: "Nothing. We hung out in the village. They were allowed to do that all night, I had to go home at eleven. It was the same with the mobile phone: I was the only one with hardly any screen time and the parental control lock on. I felt crushed."

Tamara: «I would do a lot of things differently today. We acted out of desperation because I couldn't get to you.»

Renato: «But when I told them something, they said: That's because you gamble too much , learn too little and so on.»

Tamara: «I didn't know any better.»

Renato: «Of course - we're all living for the first time. This strictness didn't help. I'd just come home at eleven and sneak out of the window afterwards. When I was 15, I visited my father in Zurich more and more often. When I went out, I made friends with people who took pills, coke, all sorts of things. I let my hair down.»

At some point, everything got out of hand. I was beside myself, caught in a web of lies.

Renato

Tamara: «How I freaked out when I came across ecstasy pills in your room! But in the end, it was the little things that tipped the scales.»

Renato: «There was this huge argument and I decided to move in with my father in Zurich. I finished school there and started an apprenticeship as a chef. I told my father and his wife at the weekend that I was bunking with colleagues. Then I was out all night using drugs.»

Tamara: «I wrote to you every week, trying to keep up somehow.»

Renato: «At some point, everything got out of hand. I was beside myself, trapped in a web of lies. I couldn't take any more and had myself admitted to a psychiatric ward. My head finally came to rest. I was able to think and get back on my feet. Also thanks to my ex-girlfriend.»

Tamara: «You started visiting us again with her.»

Renato: «She made it easier for me to get closer. That's how you and I gradually found each other again. I found my current apprenticeship and rediscovered my passion for cooking. Today, I enjoy going to work every day.»

Tamara: «I'm grateful that it turned out like this - that we're back on good terms and that you have your life under control.»

Renato: «And our history shows that distance doesn't mean an end.»

* Names changed by the editors

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