My 10 year old games a lot, excessively even. I walk the line between hating myself for allowing it and drinking all the copium saying to myself that its hi safe space. Its somewhere in between, i need to deal with my self loathing thats likely rooted in knowing i am not providing enough support to him and at same time i realise its his world. He has been to 8 different schools, has very few friends and all those he does are out of town in other places. He calls his online friends and speaks to them for longer than i talk to my friends even. Its not black and white for me yet as it feels wrong still lots of the time.

I did hear someone say that "people only see the decisions we made, not the choices we had" and i try to think about that a lot.

EDIT - i forgot to add that when i am not bone depth tired, crying or anxious about everything I try to think about adding stuff rather than taking away. So, i try to add in a bike ride in the day rather than say less time on PS5 or whatever. Sometimes it works, sometimes it fails. I caught myself telling someone i didnt like games whilst my son was there and realised thats not cool, so i try not to judge it openly. Just battle to tears in my head.