I play out the worst case scenario for my daughters all the time. It’s practically biblical apocalypse in my house all the time.
Unfortunately for them, they get the double whammy treatment because not only am I a neurotic mom, but I also practice worst case scenario thinking as part of my daily occupation.
Luckily for me, they both possess the rash exuberance of youth and discount 2/3 of what I set out as viable possibilities.
If nothing else, I can assure myself that I’m creating rich fodder for their not-so-later years in adult psychotherapy.