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National Monitoring the Future Study 1997–2011 by Mary A. Leonard, Biomedical Art and Design, University of Pennsylvania. Available at http://files.eric.ed.gov/fulltext/ED529133.pdf. B: Courtesy of Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, Department of Health and Human Services, National Treatment Episode Data Set 2007, adapted by Mary A. Leonard, Biomedical Art and Design, University of Pennsylvania. Available at http://www.samhsa.gov/data/DASIS/TEDS2k7AWeb/TEDS2k7AWeb.pdf).
Enhanced Effects of Cocaine on the Behavior of Adolescent Rats. (Reprinted from A.L. Wheeler et al., “Adolescent Cocaine Exposure Causes Enduring Macroscale Changes in Mouse Brain Structure,” Journal of Neuroscience 33, no. 5 [Jan. 30, 2013], 1797–1803a, with permission from Society for Neuroscience. Additional artwork by Mary A. Leonard, Biomedical Art and Design, University of Pennsylvania).
Gender Differences in Brain Connections (Reprinted with permission from M. Ingalhalikar et al., “Sex Differences in the Structural Connectome of the Human Brain,” Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences 111, no. 2 [Jan. 14, 2014], 823–28, copyright 2014 National Academy of Sciences, U.S.A.).
How Accountable Should Society Hold Adolescents? (Justice John Paul Stevens, United States Supreme Court; Steve Drizin, Northwestern University in Chicago; www.fairsentencingofyouth.org).
My beautiful, auburn-haired son had just returned home from a friend’s house with his hair dyed jet-black. Despite my inward panic, I said nothing.
“I want to get red streaks in it,” he told me nonchalantly.
I was gob-smacked. Is this really my child!? I’d begun to ask the question often during my fifteen-year-old son Andrew’s sophomore year at a private high school in Massachusetts, all the while trying to be empathetic. I was a divorced working mother of two teenage sons, putting in long hours as a clinician and professor at Boston Children’s Hospital and Harvard Medical School. So if I sometimes felt guilty about the time I spent away from my boys, I also was determined to be the best mother I could be. After all, I was a faculty member in a pediatric neurology department and actively researching brain development. Kids’ brains were my business.
But my sweet-natured firstborn son had suddenly become unfamiliar, unpredictable, and bent on being different. He had just transferred from a very conventional middle school that went through ninth grade, where jackets and ties were the norm, to a very progressive high school. Upon arriving, he took full advantage of the new environment, and part of that was to dress in what you might describe as an “alternative” style. Let’s face it, his best friend had spiky blue hair. Need I say more?
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. Getting mad at him, I knew, wouldn’t do either of us any good and probably would only alienate him further. At least he felt comfortable enough to tell me about something he wanted to do before he actually did it. This was an opportunity, I realized, and I quickly seized it.
Instead of damaging your hair with some cheap, over-the-counter dye, what if I take you to my hair guy for the red streaks? I asked him. Since I also was going to pay for it, Andrew happily agreed. My hair stylist, who was a sort of punk rocker himself, got totally into the task. He did a great job, actually—so good that Andrew’s girlfriend at the time was inspired to color her hair in exactly the same black-and-red motif. She attempted this herself, and needless to say had different results.
Thinking back to those days, I realize so much of what I thought I knew about my son during this turbulent time of his life seemed turned on its head. (Was that a compost pile in the middle of his bedroom, or laundry?) Andrew seemed trapped somewhere between childhood and adulthood, still in the grip of confusing emotions and impulsive behavior, but physically and intellectually more man than boy. He was experimenting with his identity, and the most basic element of his identity was his appearance. As his mother and a neurologist, I thought I knew everything there was to know about what was going on inside my teenager’s head. Clearly I did not. I certainly didn’t know what was going on outside his head either! So as a mother and a scientist, I decided I needed to—I had to—find out.
Professionally, I was primarily studying the brains of babies at that time and running a research lab largely devoted to epilepsy and brain development.
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