“Confessions of Childhood: 72 Women Reveal the Most Heartbreaking Lessons From Their Fathers’ Mistakes”

Our entire existence revolved around him because he was chronically ill and took zero responsibility for it (brittle type one diabetic who went on to have strokes/heart attacks, etc. but thought diet was cliche, so he’d skip meals and guzzle coca cola, etc). Basically instilled in us that you work until you drop and never prioritize yourself when sick, which is something we all struggle with today.

Everyone outside of the house got the best of him, so it was really weird not knowing if he simply didn’t have the capacity to connect (because of how sick he had become that ultimately affected his mental capacity) or if it was a willful choice not to engage. To the point where, when his work desk was cleared out, I was absolutely shocked to find he had pictures of me there. Somehow everyone else knew him as this intelligent, passive peacemaker/story teller who made everyone laugh and loved his daughters.

I don’t really blame him, though, as he came from a family where they couldn’t talk about anything and had fostered a sense of denial in him around his health. He didn’t know how to advocate or stand up for himself, much less love himself, so how could I expect that from him, you know? I think he did what everyone else does–the best with what he knew how at the time.

Anyway. Don’t be like that. 😂.

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