longingforrelease
Specialist
- Oct 27, 2018
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I announced right before a scuba trip a few months ago, that I sent a long text to my 11 year-old daughter trying to make amends for the pain I caused her because of my, nearly exclusive part in the breakup of her family. I told her that daddy got sick (didn't go into details of biploar mania and and the horrendous, crazy shit that cost me my job, my wife, my self respect that led to my arrest for possession of meth.). I just told her that mommy was not responsbile for any ot it, that the pain she and her mommy felt, and may still feel, was all my fault, and that I would be forever so very sorry for having failed in my most important job, protecting my little girl from the kind of pain I was responsible for inflicting on her. To all that she replied that she loved me, missed me, and wished i could come home. With such a loving and generosity of spirit, I decided that I could not purchase my freedom from the unrelenting pain I feel for all that befell me and al the pain I caused her and her mother, at the expense of a lifetime of complex grief child survivors of parental suicide suffer from.
But tings no longer seem so clear. last Friday I received a text from her in wich she casually mentioned, :
"and also I don't think I'm going to be able to come to Thailand this summer. Maybe you could come down here."
When I asked her why that was, expecting to hear that her mother had decided against sending her on a such a long flight as Chicago to HongKong. And in fact, I would have respected her mother's decision. She hasn't let her down yet, and I did rather spectacularly. But that's not what I heard. In stead, I got this answer:
"... I'm going to be really busy during this summer. When I asked "doing what" she replied, "I have volleyball camp, I am going to Bradford Woods for a camp, I have rock climbing camp, and I have Mrs. Franks summer art camp... Maybe I can, but probably not."
Those words, written so matter of factly, just broke my heart. When I first told her i had to move to Thailand, the the thing that stemmed the flow of her tears was the idea of the adventures we could have together here in SE Asia. And it has been the thought of her visit that has carried me through this difficult year. But to read that how low I rank on her list of priorities, below, even an "art camp" that consists of walking literally to the house next door for a week of arts and crafts with her art teacher she sees all year, has been devastating. It looks like after paying such a high price for my behaviors and choices made during a two year manic episode, that was the result of such egregious medical malpractice that even the judge and prosecutor in my hang 'em high rural indiana district were so incensed by the testimony of my new psychiatrist, that they summarily dismissed the felony meth possession charges and ordered sealed all records, is not yet payment in full. It looks like the final installment of my payment for that period -- that never had to or would have happened had my doctor been the least bit competent -- is the loss of my daughter.
I'm back today, because i do not think I can survive that final payment.
But tings no longer seem so clear. last Friday I received a text from her in wich she casually mentioned, :
"and also I don't think I'm going to be able to come to Thailand this summer. Maybe you could come down here."
When I asked her why that was, expecting to hear that her mother had decided against sending her on a such a long flight as Chicago to HongKong. And in fact, I would have respected her mother's decision. She hasn't let her down yet, and I did rather spectacularly. But that's not what I heard. In stead, I got this answer:
"... I'm going to be really busy during this summer. When I asked "doing what" she replied, "I have volleyball camp, I am going to Bradford Woods for a camp, I have rock climbing camp, and I have Mrs. Franks summer art camp... Maybe I can, but probably not."
Those words, written so matter of factly, just broke my heart. When I first told her i had to move to Thailand, the the thing that stemmed the flow of her tears was the idea of the adventures we could have together here in SE Asia. And it has been the thought of her visit that has carried me through this difficult year. But to read that how low I rank on her list of priorities, below, even an "art camp" that consists of walking literally to the house next door for a week of arts and crafts with her art teacher she sees all year, has been devastating. It looks like after paying such a high price for my behaviors and choices made during a two year manic episode, that was the result of such egregious medical malpractice that even the judge and prosecutor in my hang 'em high rural indiana district were so incensed by the testimony of my new psychiatrist, that they summarily dismissed the felony meth possession charges and ordered sealed all records, is not yet payment in full. It looks like the final installment of my payment for that period -- that never had to or would have happened had my doctor been the least bit competent -- is the loss of my daughter.
I'm back today, because i do not think I can survive that final payment.