A Letter to My Daughter
Monday, July 28th, 2008
For those of you who’ve read my posts you know how central the estrangement from my daughter has been to my depression. I can’t think of anything that’s been so painful for so long. When I think I have a handle on it, I’ll read something, hear a song on the radio, someone will ask about her or something else will happen that makes me think of her and the void I have in my heart.
Parental Alienation Syndrome is a controversial diagnosis but after living through my estrangement and coming across PAS on the internet and reading the signs and symptoms, I can tell you it’s absolutely real. It’s one of the worst and most insidious forms of child abuse.
“This buggy sure is a nice ride.” dad said again and again about my truck. It was just last week when I had picked him up for dinner. He was in a good mood and hardly talked at all about mom or his car that night. He sipped on a Scotch and soda while we talked about a lot of different things. He learned to like Scotch when he was in the Army as it was the drink no one else wanted and hence it was plentiful.
Yesterday after work, I made a detour to the downtown barber shop where my son Ben works. It’s a great old school barber shop whose walls and ceilings are covered with all manner of sports memorabilia. From newspaper clippings and photos celebrating the local high schools, to college teams and the pros.
Mid 80s with some rain mixed in and my yard is looking really good. I’ve taken the time to slow down, pay attention and enjoy it. Stopping to smell the roses so-to-speak. It helps to pay attention to the outside world and get out of your own thoughts and concerns if only for a moment here and there. This is true for everyone but especially those walking a black dog.
