Guest guest Posted April 24, 2006 Report Share Posted April 24, 2006 Growing up my dad pretty literally did not speak to me. He'd pick me up from school, and not say a word to me. He'd pass me walking in the house, and we would ignore each other. On holidays, he'd say maybe 100 words the whole day. Sitting at the dinner table, he'd now and then grunt a reply to my ever chatting mother. So I did a worksheet on him last night.. I am mad at dad for not talking to me when I was growing up, nor talking much to me now. Dad did not talk to me. Is that true? Well, actually his life, the way he lived it, was a communication to me. The way he lives it now, sitting in his recliner either reading the newspaper, or watching tv or doing crosswords most of the day. He IS speaking to me in a way. Telling me he wants to shut the world out. Yeah, that's all a story. But finally, after decades, I'm seeing it was never about me, about me being unloved by my dad. It's about him choosing not to interact with other people much. Maybe there was nothing I could have done differently to make my dad talk to me more. I guess there really wasn't, or I would have done it. I would have done it. And I'm way more okay with that. I feel compassion and love for my father. And as I offer healing, I am healed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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