the edge is the drug

is there any way to speak to the rebellious urge in the young without patronizing it? how in the world do we begin to talk to them when although we see what is going on, any word that we say will be seen as an attack on what they think is so dear to them? how do we get them to trust in the fact that we only mean well for them, when they instinctively feel us as the enemy? this of course is fuelled by forces on the outside waiting to capitalize from this rebellion. this is a difficult question made even more so by the fact that our positions of power come with their own rigid rules of right and wrong, and one cannot break them easily, while those bent on destroying all that an institution represents have no such qualms. and what makes things worse is the sympathy that the so-called wronged wrench out from their acolytes for being the misunderstood rebel. it becomes the way in which they assume power. by being the smooth rebel outside the system they present an easier, smoother ride through the pitfalls of an architectural education. how does one fight this suicidal tendency of the young- to plummet into a whirlpool of destruction where the exhilaration of being on the edge of death is the drug? any suggestions?