Why Do Teenagers Get So Angry?

By Stephen C. Schultz

There is probably no greater frustration facing parents than dealing with an angry adolescent. For teens, learning to deal with anger is a necessary and important part of the adolescent stages of development.

Sometimes, the anger gets out of control and even becomes manipulative so the teen can get their way!

If you have been dealing with an angry teen and it seems to be escalating, seeking some family therapy may be an option. It usually doesn't go well if the parents simply send the teen to a therapist. When this happens, the therapist is perceived by the teen to be an extension of the parents authority, thus making it difficult for the teen to open up and be honest about any pertinent issues.

Parents can search Google for local Licensed Clinical Social Workers (LCSW), or Licensed Marriage and Family Therapists (LMFT), or Clinical Psychologists.

Another good resource is the school counselor where your teen attends school. Your local clergy or religious leaders can also make a recommendation. You can also check with your insurance company and ask if they have an Employee Assistance Program (EAP).

If you have tried outpatient therapy for a while and the situation at home continues to get worse, you may want to try something a little different. You may want to consider an Outdoor Behavioral Therapy Program. There are many programs to choose from, but a good place to start your research is with RedCliff Ascent.

I hope you find this post helpful.

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