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How close are you to your Dad?

Started by Tamaki, February 14, 2011, 10:47:20 PM

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Ruby

My father was awesome! Although he died twenty years ago, his birthday was a couple of days ago. I still call my mom on his birthday; we both miss him.

My dad was kind of angry when he was young, until his late forties, I guess. He spent his time working on stuff in his shop, little inventions, collecting all kinds of stuff and organizing it. His anger came out mostly at the world at large, with lots of talk about what "they" were doing, meaning, I guess, Republicans, conservatives, wealthy people, religious people and anyone he thought was being greedy or short sighted.

Then, around the time his son came home from college with an African-American girlfriend (about 1968), he began to look more deeply inside himself. His politics and liberal religious ideas were supposed to make it okay for his son to marry a black woman; but when it was that close to home, he struggled. He and my mom came up with excuses like "What about the children?" and stuff like that. Eventually, they let go of all that stuff and embraced her fully.

My dad was an early participant in the human potential movement that began at Esalen in Big Sur, California. After attending several times, he got in touch with the realization that he lived his life from the standpoint of resentment. Seeing this helped to free him immensely. He began to really honor and own his positive emotions like the love he had for his kids. He had never been physically or verbally affectionate to us when we were small, but after this internal work, he began to do simple things like hug me when I got home, or tell me he was proud of me.

By the time he died (of a heart attack a week after the big Bay Area earthquake of 1989), he had helped hundreds of other people in group therapy sessions to learn to know themselves more fully. He sang bass in the college choir where he was well-loved. He learned to cook and do the laundry.  He found joy in artisan blacksmithing which he shared with interested folks at historical national parks. He loved to make up stories for his grandchildren.

Thanks for the opportunity to share. I really appreciate thinking deeply about my dad.



The purpose of life is to be happy.
                  ~ The Buddha
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tvc15

My dad is amazing. He used to always give me special treatment being the only girl in the family (which always made me angry and uncomfortable). I was wondering how he'd take the news when I came out. Well, he jumped on board so quickly it surprised me. He treats me like a son now. Male pronouns, male name/nicknames, telling people I'm his son, etc. In fact I moved in with him because he was way more accepting than my mom. Now I never have to hear about my past, except on the rare occasions he slips up, and then he spends a lot of time apologizing. It's pretty awesome.


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Brent123

I'd say I'm closer to my dad. It's like I can relate to him more then I can with my mom. We do a lot of activities together like working out or shopping. I'm not close enough to tell him anything about me though. I go to my dad for intellectual talk and to my mom for more emotional talk. Its like even though I feel like my dad would be more ok with me being trans then my mom, I would feel more comfortable telling my mom first.
Every day brings me one step closer to being myself.
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Sera

Oh yeah, also, forgot to mention, my dad is the realistic version of Dr. Gregory House
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Yakshini

My pops? I haven't seen him in about... six years? Something like that. Since I was about two, I've only seen him twice. We keep occasional contact over Facebook, but that is the extent of our connection. He has the desire to develop a relationship with me, and he is the first adult related to me that accepts me as a man. While talking to my sister, he referred to me as her brother. It was an amazing moment for me, and it almost makes me wish I really had him in my life. He's a cool guy, just doesn't seem like he was meant to have a family. When I talk about him, I brag. He is a professional movie actor, theatre actor, radio personality, and has even trained to be an ultimate fighter.
Not to say I've had no male figures in my life, my mom just happened to pick very bad ones... she never married my father, her first husband was abusive to her and did not allow me and my sisters to have a life, her second husband was abusive to me and my sisters. My mom's most recent man, we are very lucky to have in our lives. He genuinely appreciates and loves my mother and he loves us like we are his true family. It's just unfortunate that it took until I was nineteen before I ever had a positive male role model in my life.
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Kay

A lot of sad stories here.  :(    But I am happy to see some pleasant ones too.  :)
Sorry, but I guess I'll have to add another to the former heap...
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I'm not at all close to my dad.  I avoid him when at all humanly possible.  He's paranoid, extremist-religion, egotistical, petty, emotionally-abusive, think's he knows everything, never apologizes for anything, and an extreme control-freak to boot.   I could go on, but I'm sure you get the picture. 
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I wrote enough in the other thread so I'll keep this brief.  I tolerate him and hold my tongue around him because I want to see my family (many of whom still live under his roof), and because I know how abusive he can be toward those around him when the object of his frustrations is out of reach.  I'm pretty sure I'll have to remove him from my life completely after I come out (for both my sake and my family's), and honestly, when it happens I don't think I'll feel anything but profound relief.
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Alex37

My dad and I were real close until my parents divorced when I was eight.  One of my very favorite things to do as a kid was ask him questions.  He seemed to be an endless source of knowledge about anything I was interested in, and he loves talking and would go on for hours, literally.  Then my mom turned me against him for a while after the divorce.  Fast forward to college and I figured out that my mom is the lousy parent, not my dad.  Around that time he almost died too, and he changed a bit- he's a lot more interested in family now. 

Overall, we're pretty close.  He's definitely a lot sweeter now, and he makes it very clear that he'll always love me and just wants to be there for me, and he'll listen to me anytime.  He really is wonderful, and he knows I'm struggling a lot for some reason, and he wants to know why.  But he still thinks I should just pray for strength to not give into my bisexual urges, so I'm not telling him about my gender questions any time soon.  ::)
If you're going through hell, keep going.   Winston Churchill
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thathalfjapaneseirishboy

I'm more comfortable with my dad than my mum since we've got a lot in common and joke around a lot, but when it comes to very personal things, it depends on what it is. He's a great father.
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JustAnotherDreamer

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Joelene9

My dad wasn't that close to us kids. He got the 7-year itch and left Mom to care of the four of us. I am the oldest of that brood and was noticing gender differences just before then. He would visit maybe once a decade, but he was in his own world when he did. We had to bring him home for his last 2 years due to Alzheimer's. He was mentally gone by that time and my mother had passed away few years before. We, through a genealogy check, found marriage certificates with 2 other women, besides the ones we knew.  He was a recovered alcoholic, working for AA.  The head for his chapter said that he was one of the best counselors due to his smooth southern Alabama baritone voice had a soothing effect. He probably used that to woo the women, he was not that bad looking either.
Jolene
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annette

I had a strange realationship with my dad.
When I was a kid he beats the s**t out of me, just for being existing.
My parents had a son allready and they didn't want another one.
I was married very young coz it's was the only way to get out of my parental house.

When I had my coming out, I feared my fathers reaction the most.
Hell, he was the only one in the family ( beside my sister) who was very supporting and maked a long trainjourney just to visit me for an hour when I had my SRS.

From the time I had my coming out, he changed hid approuch to me, he was kinder, supporting, to say it in short words, a real loving father.

When he was sick of cancer and dying, he called my name everytime while he was sleeping with morphin and saying that he had made so many mistakes with me and that he was sorry for it.
I've cried many times for what we had missed for so many years, but at the end I was glad that for a period I had a real loving father.
I never forget the pain from my youth but tough I've good memories of my father.

hugs
annette
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