Can anyone that has grew up without their father write to me and tell me their experience?
I would like to hear from those people that had experience life without knowing and seeing their father, and how they are and cope now.
Answer:
my dad died when i joined the navy way back in 1972 and i speak to him very often but i get no answers from him although i know he is there for me ,will i do for your request
My dad died when I was five. I didn't really understand it all at the time and it wasn't until I was in my teens that it seemed to really hit me and I became quite an obnoxious 'how can life do this to me' type cow, especially to my mum!
I spent years wishing I could dream about him, and about two weeks ago I did - the weird thing was that he was in black and white in the dream and everyone else was in colour!
As I dont really know any different now in terms of growing up with a dadI suppose I am used to it, although I would like my own children to grow up with both parents.
Hi, I never knew my Italian father and had never even seen a picture of him all I knew about him was his surname and the place he came from. I started searching for him 6 years ago and was lucky to find his other family (I have 3 Italian stepsisters) they told me he died over 10 years ago. I was devastated when I found out he had died because I always had this dream of meeting my father. I visit my stepsisters in Italy and this is great but the downside is I do not speak much Italian so there are many questions I want to know about my dad but not knowing Italian makes it very difficult.
One time when I went to Italy my stepsister put on a video of her wedding and my father was walking her down the aisle and this made me feel very jealous. I am coping ok but sometimes I blame my father for what he did because I have missed out on so much
Ok--this is sorta hard to follow but bear with me.
I was adopted. The family that I was adopted into, was your typical loving mother and father relationship. This is the couple that adopted. When they divorced when I was two, she re-married, and that husband never did adopt me.
So, not only do I not remember my adoptive father, I hardly know my second step-father. My life has been great. I don't think not knowing who they are have made me think this way, it just shows that sometimes, having only one parent is ok and that that one parent can step it up to replace the one that is missing.
The second man (the one who didn't adopt me, ended up being a child molester) and therefore thankful that I don't share his name. My father, the one that adopted has such a common as Smith is in Ontario for Quebec, I am sure to never find him. Nor do I want too.
I am currently awaiting information on my biological dad. I have contact with my biological family, and I don't have a relationship with my birth mother (she is expecting to much of me to quickly and I am not willing to oblige her). I just want the information of my father, because he was of a different nationality, and I am curious about him and his demeanure.
As of today, my children have one father, that I am happily married too. This is my intention to keep it this way and not to let my children down, as I was a child. This has made me stronger, and capable of overcoming any obstacle in my life (I was also without a mother from the age of 12-another story for another day).
I grew up without my real father, and my stepdad was a real *, so I did kind of grow up without a father. It was hard, there's no denying it. I had no male role model and I saw so many male role models on TV.
It made life difficult growing up, but there's no doubt about it, I'm gonna be the best dad ever. If I had a good dad, maybe I wouldn't be...?
My daughter was 6 months old when her dad died. She found it extremely difficult to cope with when cousins would talk about memories they had of him because she had none. He made a tape recording for her before he died but again she found it too painful to listen to. She was always super aware of not having a dad at school etc.She wanted me to marry someone, anyone, so that she could have a dad and brothers and sisters. I tried as best as I could to tell her as much about him as possible, how he loved her and changed her nappy and talked to her, but again it was like second hand stories. It got to the stage where she didn't want me to say anything at all. To cut a long story short,when she was about 15yrs, I persuaded her to go to our GP and he referred her to a counsellor. Unfortunately, he was a waste of space. We persevered and found somebody new and she began to open out. She was asked to find some photos of her dad, and ask family members about their experiences etc. It was all made up into a book about him by her and she still has it today. She can talk to me about him now more easily than before which is great. I think the counselling did help her open up more about her dad and gradually she began to come to terms with the fact that he was dead and not coming back.The healing process is still ongoing. She's 21yrs old now and just had a baby of her own. It hurts that her dad's not there to see his granddaughter, but she's got the book she made of him and when her daughter is old enough, she'll let her see it all and explain.
i saw my dad when i was 2 and he took me to his mother.
my mother came and took me back and one state became another.he left behind 3 years later the gift of a little sister.my mother left once again dont know if he even missed her.
saw him again when i was 10 he was in state prison and again when i was 25 a man that he had not risen.havent seen him since then and im 41 and i cant say that i even missed him
I don't know any different hun. My father left my mother when i was 4. He continued to come round causing hassle and violence for quite a few years afterwards. The only recollection of the only man i cared about was violence. Make what you want out of that. Apart from the fact that i have no trust in men in my adult life.
This isn't an email that I use. But I'll give you some information. I'll check it later for a reply
My mother, the one I live with, for the first 18 years of my life has been extremely morally strict and over protective. She wouldn't allow me to do anything, and anything I showed an interest in, she would criticize, or say is bad. Half of the things she said is bad, is stuff she got from her mother, who grew up in the middle of no where, a long time ago. My moms 54, I'm 18. Big difference there. She doesn't even communicate with people, so she has basically no social skills. She sits in her room on the internet all day playing pogo. I was pretty much raised on a computer, I type around 160WPM on a keyboard that I'm use too. Everything I did wrong, I was put through massive guilt trips for, because she trys to live like her mother, who is old and has alot of time, so my mom trys to be a perfectionist as well.
I have my own ideas in mind. I smoke Marijuana constantly, I was using meth, but I quit that perminantly and I know better to do that again. I've tried alot of drugs, and I'm convinced Marijuana does positive things for me, as I just take niacin to pass a drug test when I need to. Mushrooms I use once in a while, for mind expansion and meditation. I take some pills, pain killers and such, not addictively though. I have a strong will power, so I quit anything I see as bad with ease.
Although I'm really intelligent, because I self taught myself on the internet, reading about anything I possibly could. I do have some self esteem issues. When I was younger, they were VERY bad, I use to be afraid to look people in the eyes. I'm fairly attractive, and always was, but I use to down talk myself so badly, because of all of the psychological abuse I got from my mother, that I almost convinced myself I was inferior to everyone else.
I am very unresponcible still although. I hang out under a bridge, outside of a highschool hanging out with my stoner buddys. I want to get a job and get out, but I can't find the motivation, and work just seems like a burden, taking away from my happyness.
I only started making friends about 2 years ago, although I have TONS of friends now, alot of them ask me for advice for random things. My social skills are doing pretty well, although sometimes I'll have a "bad" day, where I will feel really poorly about myself. I use drugs for confidence mostly, sometimes for a boost. Pills such as valium (hypnotic/anti-anxiety), and alcohol I use for confidence. When I'm on them, I try to take advantage of it to communicate my feelings further. I surpress alot of my feelings still, but I'm beginning to open up more and let people know how I'm really doing.
I've had plenty of girlfriends, well, sort of. One girlfriend that lasted, the rest were just girls I conquested sort of, had sex with them and then lost interest because they usually got too attached, or on the other hand, I had problems with being to generious and admiring certain girls to the point where they quit talking to me.
Now the problems with girls I have consist of my ego being damaged so severely from the one girl I was with leaving me for some older guy (shes fatherless too), that I have a hard time sometimes looking girls in the eye, and even letting them know that I have feelings for them. The feelings sort of feel unnatural, because no one showed me them really, except people I rejected...
I'm doing better though, if I'm not having a bad day, I can talk to a girl easily, no matter how pretty and stay confident, by boosting myself. I've been metitating alot to keep myself centered. I've sort of worked through ALOT of my mental disorders that I had as a child, by research and reprogramming myself slowly over time. As for friends though, I have plenty and I'm fairly happy, aside from the fact that I get in trouble with the law quite regularly for alcohol, or stupid miner things. Also my lack of responcibilitys, I need to work on that, that ones tough...
Oh I'm a little over sensitive, that's getting better. I use to be at a point where if someone judged me negitively, I would get all nervious and unknowingly go in the defencive position. Sometimes I'll take it just fine and when my friends joked around I'd joke around back, sometimes I'd lash out, if I knew them well enough. I don't really like confrontations still, but I do what needs to be done. I don't like to hurt people though.
--- Please write back and tell me what you think. I'm really interested in psychology also, and if you have any information that would interest or help me I'd love to have it.
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Answer:
my dad died when i joined the navy way back in 1972 and i speak to him very often but i get no answers from him although i know he is there for me ,will i do for your request
My dad died when I was five. I didn't really understand it all at the time and it wasn't until I was in my teens that it seemed to really hit me and I became quite an obnoxious 'how can life do this to me' type cow, especially to my mum!
I spent years wishing I could dream about him, and about two weeks ago I did - the weird thing was that he was in black and white in the dream and everyone else was in colour!
As I dont really know any different now in terms of growing up with a dadI suppose I am used to it, although I would like my own children to grow up with both parents.
Hi, I never knew my Italian father and had never even seen a picture of him all I knew about him was his surname and the place he came from. I started searching for him 6 years ago and was lucky to find his other family (I have 3 Italian stepsisters) they told me he died over 10 years ago. I was devastated when I found out he had died because I always had this dream of meeting my father. I visit my stepsisters in Italy and this is great but the downside is I do not speak much Italian so there are many questions I want to know about my dad but not knowing Italian makes it very difficult.
One time when I went to Italy my stepsister put on a video of her wedding and my father was walking her down the aisle and this made me feel very jealous. I am coping ok but sometimes I blame my father for what he did because I have missed out on so much
Ok--this is sorta hard to follow but bear with me.
I was adopted. The family that I was adopted into, was your typical loving mother and father relationship. This is the couple that adopted. When they divorced when I was two, she re-married, and that husband never did adopt me.
So, not only do I not remember my adoptive father, I hardly know my second step-father. My life has been great. I don't think not knowing who they are have made me think this way, it just shows that sometimes, having only one parent is ok and that that one parent can step it up to replace the one that is missing.
The second man (the one who didn't adopt me, ended up being a child molester) and therefore thankful that I don't share his name. My father, the one that adopted has such a common as Smith is in Ontario for Quebec, I am sure to never find him. Nor do I want too.
I am currently awaiting information on my biological dad. I have contact with my biological family, and I don't have a relationship with my birth mother (she is expecting to much of me to quickly and I am not willing to oblige her). I just want the information of my father, because he was of a different nationality, and I am curious about him and his demeanure.
As of today, my children have one father, that I am happily married too. This is my intention to keep it this way and not to let my children down, as I was a child. This has made me stronger, and capable of overcoming any obstacle in my life (I was also without a mother from the age of 12-another story for another day).
I grew up without my real father, and my stepdad was a real *, so I did kind of grow up without a father. It was hard, there's no denying it. I had no male role model and I saw so many male role models on TV.
It made life difficult growing up, but there's no doubt about it, I'm gonna be the best dad ever. If I had a good dad, maybe I wouldn't be...?
My daughter was 6 months old when her dad died. She found it extremely difficult to cope with when cousins would talk about memories they had of him because she had none. He made a tape recording for her before he died but again she found it too painful to listen to. She was always super aware of not having a dad at school etc.She wanted me to marry someone, anyone, so that she could have a dad and brothers and sisters. I tried as best as I could to tell her as much about him as possible, how he loved her and changed her nappy and talked to her, but again it was like second hand stories. It got to the stage where she didn't want me to say anything at all. To cut a long story short,when she was about 15yrs, I persuaded her to go to our GP and he referred her to a counsellor. Unfortunately, he was a waste of space. We persevered and found somebody new and she began to open out. She was asked to find some photos of her dad, and ask family members about their experiences etc. It was all made up into a book about him by her and she still has it today. She can talk to me about him now more easily than before which is great. I think the counselling did help her open up more about her dad and gradually she began to come to terms with the fact that he was dead and not coming back.The healing process is still ongoing. She's 21yrs old now and just had a baby of her own. It hurts that her dad's not there to see his granddaughter, but she's got the book she made of him and when her daughter is old enough, she'll let her see it all and explain.
i saw my dad when i was 2 and he took me to his mother.
my mother came and took me back and one state became another.he left behind 3 years later the gift of a little sister.my mother left once again dont know if he even missed her.
saw him again when i was 10 he was in state prison and again when i was 25 a man that he had not risen.havent seen him since then and im 41 and i cant say that i even missed him
I don't know any different hun. My father left my mother when i was 4. He continued to come round causing hassle and violence for quite a few years afterwards. The only recollection of the only man i cared about was violence. Make what you want out of that. Apart from the fact that i have no trust in men in my adult life.
This isn't an email that I use. But I'll give you some information. I'll check it later for a reply
My mother, the one I live with, for the first 18 years of my life has been extremely morally strict and over protective. She wouldn't allow me to do anything, and anything I showed an interest in, she would criticize, or say is bad. Half of the things she said is bad, is stuff she got from her mother, who grew up in the middle of no where, a long time ago. My moms 54, I'm 18. Big difference there. She doesn't even communicate with people, so she has basically no social skills. She sits in her room on the internet all day playing pogo. I was pretty much raised on a computer, I type around 160WPM on a keyboard that I'm use too. Everything I did wrong, I was put through massive guilt trips for, because she trys to live like her mother, who is old and has alot of time, so my mom trys to be a perfectionist as well.
I have my own ideas in mind. I smoke Marijuana constantly, I was using meth, but I quit that perminantly and I know better to do that again. I've tried alot of drugs, and I'm convinced Marijuana does positive things for me, as I just take niacin to pass a drug test when I need to. Mushrooms I use once in a while, for mind expansion and meditation. I take some pills, pain killers and such, not addictively though. I have a strong will power, so I quit anything I see as bad with ease.
Although I'm really intelligent, because I self taught myself on the internet, reading about anything I possibly could. I do have some self esteem issues. When I was younger, they were VERY bad, I use to be afraid to look people in the eyes. I'm fairly attractive, and always was, but I use to down talk myself so badly, because of all of the psychological abuse I got from my mother, that I almost convinced myself I was inferior to everyone else.
I am very unresponcible still although. I hang out under a bridge, outside of a highschool hanging out with my stoner buddys. I want to get a job and get out, but I can't find the motivation, and work just seems like a burden, taking away from my happyness.
I only started making friends about 2 years ago, although I have TONS of friends now, alot of them ask me for advice for random things. My social skills are doing pretty well, although sometimes I'll have a "bad" day, where I will feel really poorly about myself. I use drugs for confidence mostly, sometimes for a boost. Pills such as valium (hypnotic/anti-anxiety), and alcohol I use for confidence. When I'm on them, I try to take advantage of it to communicate my feelings further. I surpress alot of my feelings still, but I'm beginning to open up more and let people know how I'm really doing.
I've had plenty of girlfriends, well, sort of. One girlfriend that lasted, the rest were just girls I conquested sort of, had sex with them and then lost interest because they usually got too attached, or on the other hand, I had problems with being to generious and admiring certain girls to the point where they quit talking to me.
Now the problems with girls I have consist of my ego being damaged so severely from the one girl I was with leaving me for some older guy (shes fatherless too), that I have a hard time sometimes looking girls in the eye, and even letting them know that I have feelings for them. The feelings sort of feel unnatural, because no one showed me them really, except people I rejected...
I'm doing better though, if I'm not having a bad day, I can talk to a girl easily, no matter how pretty and stay confident, by boosting myself. I've been metitating alot to keep myself centered. I've sort of worked through ALOT of my mental disorders that I had as a child, by research and reprogramming myself slowly over time. As for friends though, I have plenty and I'm fairly happy, aside from the fact that I get in trouble with the law quite regularly for alcohol, or stupid miner things. Also my lack of responcibilitys, I need to work on that, that ones tough...
Oh I'm a little over sensitive, that's getting better. I use to be at a point where if someone judged me negitively, I would get all nervious and unknowingly go in the defencive position. Sometimes I'll take it just fine and when my friends joked around I'd joke around back, sometimes I'd lash out, if I knew them well enough. I don't really like confrontations still, but I do what needs to be done. I don't like to hurt people though.
--- Please write back and tell me what you think. I'm really interested in psychology also, and if you have any information that would interest or help me I'd love to have it.
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