Someone once said they should have an Addy Camp (a camp for adolescents) where you send them when they hit 13 and don’t let out until they are 17. This is to save all the adults from the pure terror of dealing with them.
Having seen my own nieces and nephews transformed from loving human beings into alien creatures you want to play wack a mole with, I do understand.
Having a 14 year old in my house makes Addy Camp sound like not just the humanitarian thing to do but the only real option to dealing with a child making the transition from childhood into adulthood and in that interstitial space becoming an unrecognizable life form.