My teenage son has spots. He’s 13, it’s to be expected.
They look quite bad to me, but I wouldn’t say that to his face because I don’t want to upset him.
I always said as soon as a child of mine got spots, I would be taking them straight to the doctor’s. Over-reaction? Maybe. But I know what it’s like to have spots and it’s not fun. People stare at you, people tease you, you feel uncomfortable in your own skin.
I also know that spots are in their genes. Not mild teenage acne, but bad spots.
I first got spots as soon as I turned 12. I finally got rid of them earlier this year, but only by going on Roaccutane, the strongest acne drug there is, which can only be prescribed by a dermatologist at the hospital (not a GP) and only in the most serious cases. I’m still on it now, I’ll be on it until early next summer.
When I met my husband, when we were both 19, he had some of the worst spots I had ever seen. As a fellow sufferer, I could see beyond the acne to the person underneath. Although his spots were worse than mine, they at least had the decency to leave him in his early 20s, unlike mine which lingered on into my 40s.
So spots really are in my son’s genes, and in all of my kids’ genes. You can see why I would be concerned about my his spots. I look at them and I don’t know if they’re normal or bad, I don’t know if I should take him to the doctor, I don’t want to make a fuss or a big deal out of it and potentially upset him.
But I do know I don’t want him to have them until he’s 41.
What would you do?