long ago, when the internet was new and kids/teens talked to each other remotely through connected house phones, I worked at Radio Shack, a store that sold various weird home electronics.
One of these weird things was several versions of a phone recording device. This one you would connected to an extension to record a phone conversation in another part of the house.
Paranoid mothers would come in, telling me their sob stories about their horrible teenagers daughters and sons and wanting help to record their conversations to know what they were “up to”.
When my boss wasn’t around, I’d gently try to persuade them to consider what their relationship is like. Is this the right way to treat your child? I wouldn’t get accusative so directly – but I’d try to convince them to pursue healthier options.
Sometimes I was convincing. But over 1/2 the time, I wasn’t, or my boss was around and I couldn’t do it.
I felt sick to my stomach selling these things. I’d get three or four mothers (occasionally fathers but almost always mothers) a week. I worked there for about a year and a half.
It was the one type of item I absolutely hated selling… and THEN having to teach them how to use it. Went against everything I believed in.