Dads by Craig Childress PsyD

I won’t wish you happy Father’s Day until it is one. Besides, Father’s Day is a false celebration.

It’s to balance Mother’s Day because otherwise it’s too obvious that we don’t value the role of fathers. We don’t even yet understand the role of fathers.

Dads are hugely important, but not even dads always understand how important. Men don’t even understand their role as fathers as fully as they should and can.

I’ve watched us grow as men, as dads. We’re very different now than the 1940s and 50s dad – pre-revolution era marginalized dads.

We’ve been poorly taught as boy-men in our cultural societies. Men became lost in their dominance, rippling our child abuse as children throughout history until now. It has been a violent world.

We began to awaken to the meaning of being a father, and a man, in the 1960s. Before that there were strictly defined roles, men worked, they were the “breadwinners” in a single-income family. The mother raised the children, she was a “housewife”.

There was no divorce. Women and children were the man’s property. Child abuse and spousal abuse were rampant. The violence in our families produced a lot of violence in our societies across all of time.

In a violent world, violence is adaptive. It was a violent world of trauma. We adapted.

We’re leaving the violence of our ancestors. They were insane in their Age of Kings & Empires, the ages of trauma and suffering they endured to reach this place for their children – us.

Men are reorienting now. Women are reorienting now. Cultures are encountering cultures. We are reorienting to our children. We are reorienting to what it means to be family.

Intact families, separated families, single-parent families, blended step-families, two-dad and two-mom families, all within a variety of cultural backgrounds of context, blending, shifting, growing, and evolving in contact.

Child abuse protection laws are recent. Our foster care system is nearly as abusive as the abusive home. Our education system is an abomination. We don’t value children. Not yet.

We don’t value fathers either. We try to, sort of, but we don’t. Not yet. Men and women are equal as parents – as moms and dads. Equality, what a concept.

There are four types of relationship in the family and they depend on the gender of the parent and gender of the child. Two are cross-gender relationships, father-daughter and mother-son, these are the high-affection bonds. Two are same-gender bonds, father-son and mother-daughter, these are the values and identity bonds.

Fathers and mothers are different for sons and daughters. Neither is replaceable by the other, neither is expendable, and both are of equal value to the child.

Equality, what a concept.

They’re different. Mothers and fathers are different because they can’t help but be different by their roles, one’s mom, and one’s dad. They do different things in different ways that only dads and moms can do – differently.

These four bonds are not replaceable by the other in the pair.

The same-gender father-son values and identity bond is not replaceable by the cross-gender high-affection mother-son bond. Dads and moms are different for their sons and daughters.

The father-daughter cross-gender high-affection bond is not replaceable by the same-gender values and identity mother-daughter bond. Dads and moms are different, they do different things for sons and daughters.

People are not replaceable. Dads are special and everyone only gets one dad. Moms are special and everyone only gets one mom. We don’t values moms. We don’t value dads. I wonder why that is?

We had it all worked out until recently, there were rigid gender roles we followed, and a strong religiosity in society to guide us so we’d all be the same or we’d be punished for being different than what we were told to be.

And no birth control pills. Don’t underestimate the powerful influence that birth control pills had upon the shifting social landscape in the last fifty years.

There were ‘rules’ and consequences in society to keep everyone in line with the rules set by the authority. Break the rules, and you’ll be punished.

But then that all got blown apart in the 60s. All the rules were broken. I remember. I was there. I watched it happen. Social rules were broken. It was excellent music.

It was a lot of fun too, except the part where the people died and stuff. There’s a solemn black marker in DC with names – names of people who died. Our parents were killing their children. They were insane from the traumas they experienced in WW-II and before.

WW-I and WW-II were tough times on the minds that were there. They carried those tough times within them when (if) they returned.

Things changed in the 60s, and by the 80s divorce became much-much more common as values changed toward increased authenticity and the need for love.

That fragmented the family. The single-income household vanished, and single-parent households appeared, as did blended families, and custody schedules of shared time with the child.

Every-other-weekend isn’t very much time for one parent, and equally shared time means a constantly shifting home-base for the child between two homes. Things were different.

A lot of things changed. We faced things we hadn’t faced before.

Men who have been brutalized into our gender-role were being set free as well. We were given token permission to love and be loved too. But not actually. We had to be men, strong, confident, and successful – and now soft and nurturing too. Expectations changed, yet didn’t.

The same can be said of women as they extended out into their roles, only different. Because men and women are different, equal and the same, but different in the way of things.

Men needed to find themselves outside of their gender-roles, just as women were also emerging from their gender-roles of the past to find their authenticity. Freedom for one brings freedom for the other, and it also requires a renegotiation from the authenticity of both… that can be challenging.

It’s a time of transition – bumpy – because we’re transitioning at some fundamental levels of us, who we are, and how we organize our world.

What’s it mean to be a father? A man? What do we teach our young boys as they become men about what it means to be a man, a husband, a father? What do we teach our daughters about what it means to be a man, a husband, and a father? What do we teach her about who she is and her intrinsic value of being?

Figure it out. That’s your job, dad. You’re the dad.

There’s no ‘rules’ anymore. You’re a dad, so whatever that is – that’s what it means. You define the role because you are the role. What does that role mean to you? Live into that role – because its you. You’re a dad.

They won’t allow that. I know. So it’s not yet a happy father’s day. I know that too. It’s okay, it’s not about days anyway, we’re not girls about the celebration stuff, we’re guys, but soft guys and it hurts all the time when we can’t be dads like we wanna be. I know that too.

So let’s do something about that to fix it, because we’re dads and that’s what dads do – fix things, especially when our kids need stuff fixed.

The family courts are in chaos because professional psychology has failed them. The field of forensic psychology, your own “special” psychologists just for you who don’t diagnose or treat pathology, is a failed experiment in service delivery.

A massively failed experiment.

Dads have found their voice through the challenges they’ve faced. Dads have come together in a common purpose – their children. Dads have called for equality – excellent. That’s exactly where we need to be.

Moms and dads are different – and equal to the child. That’s mom. That’s dad. Neither is replaceable. Neither is expendable.

Psychology is broken. We’ll need to fix psychology. Okay.

We need to end forensic psychology, it’s a failed experiment in service delivery. Okay. We’ll do that by holding them accountable, and we’ll just switch them out for clinical psychologists.

We need to get clinical psychologists here, the treatment psychologists, they need to come back. That will be Dialectic Behavior Therapy (DBT; Linehan) for the personality pathology, informed by the attachment therapy of Emotionally Focused Therapy (EFT; Johnson). Okay. Let’s get them over here.

We need to make it safe for them to return. Okay.

I’m a clinical psychologist working in the family courts, if they walk where I walk and step where I step, treatment not custody, they’ll be safe. That’s my job. I’m not unique, just the first to return.

I’m guy-wired because I’m a guy. I don’t talk round-and-round about problems. I like to do something about them to fix ’em… because I’m a man-dad guy and that’s how we’re wired… a kinda straight-ahead how do we fix things approach.

So that’s what I did. We’re on a linear path, we’re done with the round-n-round of fight-and-fight. We’re headed in a direction, and that direction is a solution so that every day becomes a happy father’s day and a happy mother’s day because that’s good for the child – a happy child day, and week, and year, and life.

Step-by-step. It is always the same information – the established knowledge of psychology – it is always the same request – a written treatment plan based on an accurate diagnosis. It is always the same ethical requirements, Standards 2.04 and 9.01, and failure in their duty to protect obligations.

Each time you educate the judge, you educate that judge for the next family too. Each time you hold a mental health professional accountable for incompetence, you clear away incompetence for the next family too.

Work for each other as you work for yourselves, fight for each other’s children as you fight for your own. You are not alone. You are more powerful than you know.

This is a marathon, not a sprint. Being dad is for a lifetime.

Do you know what I’d do if I were you? I’d talk to a special mom, I’d talk to Dorcy. She was that kid torn away and torn apart. She recovered with her dad, and then recovered a lot more kids with their moms and dads both.

She’s the most experienced professional over here at fixing things. I’d talk to her, and I’d listen. Get organized, get a plan, execute the plan.

You need a treatment plan. For that you need a diagnosis. You’ll need a local mental health person to diagnose (identify) and treat (fix) the problem (pathology).

I can serve as a second-opinion consultant through tele-health – hooray for the Internet. See? Solutions.

With Dr. C on one side and Dorcy on the other, and with you in the middle carrying the ball, let’s do this because it needs to be done, for all children everywhere.

Happy Father’s Day… pending completion of our current assignment… fix the family courts and child custody for all children everywhere. Okay.

Can you hand me that wrench.

Craig Childress, Psy.D.

Clinical Psychologist, CA PSY 18857

Play

My mom never played with me.

Maybe the occasional time, but it was rare.

I don’t remember asking her to either.

I remember knowing that she wouldn’t if I did.

She was working full time and looking after house and groceries and dinners.

My dad worked hard too and came home at dinner time.

Neither of them had much time to play.

And when they did find spare time in their day, they didn’t want to spend it entertaining their kids.

That’s not to say we didn’t feel loved.

We were showered with love. Our parents talked and listened to us and included us in family decisions. Breakfasts and dinners were always had as a family by the dining table. Talking about the day ahead or the day that was.

Bedtime stories every bedtime.

They took us on adventures and travels.

We went fishing and hunting. We helped bake cakes. Had long family walks in forests. Camping trips. Bonfires. Movie nights. Tickles and hugs and play fights and love love love.

But when it came to playing, we were expected to entertain ourselves.

It didn’t matter to me. I loved playing by myself or with my little brother.

We could get lost in a universe of our own.

I’d spend hours playing with my barbies in the grass, while my parents were gardening.

My brother and I would turn boxes into robots. We would build forts and make magnificent creations with Lego’s.

We would read books and Donald Duck comics.

When I was eight I started writing my own stories. After years of being engrossed in my own universe, my imagination was always on the run and eager to be let out.

I loved my own company. I still do.

Now as a mom myself, I too very rarely play with my own children.

My daughter will ask me and I’ll almost always gently decline.

Like my parents, I too work a full time job. When I find spare time in my day, I don’t want to spend it playing. It feels harsh to say that, but it’s the truth.

I shower them with love. I do all the same things my parents did. They know they’re loved.

I know they do.

But play. That is theirs. And theirs only.

Both of them are magnificent at self play.

Even the 19 month old. They’ll spend ages playing with their dolls or in the sandpit.

Sometimes I’ll add a little flare to the game, shouting from the kitchen:

“Oh no! I think I hear the baby crying!”

And they’ll rush to soothe, feed, put it to bed. Game continues.

I’ll hear them chatting away to themselves and I’ll feel so proud and thrilled that they’ve been given the same gift that I got.

Because it IS a big gift to enjoy your own company like that.

It really is.

So I rarely play with my kids.

And I truly believe that’s okay ❤️

Edit:

Just to clarify, I massively believe in spending quality time with my kids. Read, sing, dance, walks, go swimming, look at them, talk to them, listen to them, joke with them. Love on them. That is important.

For me quality time is not pretend play. I don’t enjoy it, and she is better at it without me.

But when my child offers me a homemade sandmud cake full of dandelions and rocks, I pretend eat it. Or if her doll is sick, I give it a kiss and a plaster. Of course I do. 🥰

Narcissist Never Get Over You…

Seeing through the rage early on, seeing the 3 year old wounded child

that happened to be male , but imbalanced for whatever reason .

The trauma affected the softer , feminine child, molding him towards

an exterior that denied the softness.. Drama was not perceived in the dead

pan delivery in mask , usually attributed to someone else . I became his fix

his target , which he modeled for our 3 sons . He’s still in that mode ,

sadly , regrettably denying any responsibility , contracts that supersede

any written or dictated by human .

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Blessings & Peace

Doña Luna

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Stones In the Road

This song describes in part my experience and that of many boomers

who retain faith and hope , in a better world for all. In a society of suicide

we may have been induced into that society , duped that it was entirely

up to the individual ..Addictions became common , unexplainable, and

the individual who was already targeted by abuse with the home to such

a degree , that many stones lay in the road.

Who has not been held accountable ? Chemical /Pharmaceutical Corps co joined

with the AMA and APA and therapist who stay in the induction state due to

the enormous profit ..

Same reason a partner seizes the induction of illness of any kind to plot

an escape that only physically proves an abuse and ego that takes years

to get in alignment with their plan.

That does not detract from the totally casual partnership , that has no truth

being built on a foundation of friendship , that includes infidelity, withholding

information , emotionally, spiritually , financially, in order to have a body in house

to do whatever is wanted or needed .

Silence became the norm , 3 months after I do, when blessed with child became

a burden , I had to step out of .. I gained 30 lbs over my norm , our son was over

due , with the blatant disregard , disconnect as he discussed this problem

5 days a week at work.. He became the victim .. I became it , as he’s prone to

state , he had to marry me .

Wed 3/4/77 a year of great astronomy/astronomy, his wounds became

more clear and pronounced in the mask or his truth showed up in the

year of Chiron the wounded healer planet was discovered .

Our 1st son , bore his name , though he protested , I did not understand

his reasoning for not IV ing , as time bore out . 3/11/78, 2 weeks late

put his expected time of arrival was 2/28/78, my non Leap Year

celebration .

His 🎂 birth even 2 weeks late , still bore out , his false assertion that

he had to marry me .

Yes he had to…I cooked , I cleaned , I cared , I looked presentable when we

went out , quickly pushing through the judgement and critical words of

his life long partner .. Yes , I belonged to him, and a child he did not mentally

or emotionally prepare for , refusing to take precaution for , lacking that

responsibility , showed up where it mattered most ..💰💰💰

Joy was not something I attach him to in those days ..

Mask of the corporate , secrets, family business , locked into place

he was more aware with our 2nd son, whose birth was stressful

and he was drunk, or hung over ..Back labor, was harsh and

he was indisposed until birth , decrying he always wanted a brother.

Our 3rd Son, was the unspoken , Well you know what you’re in for

as a single parent , stay at home Mom …

Yes , I began to know my place in his world , had no growth , no real

attachment , no foundation .. I had 3 sons to nurture , and I was allowed

and I tried to make that enough ..

I was not enough, I lived with that those last 5 years , as he searched for love

outside himself, still … I gave up on him…A desire to hold me in the same

possessive shadow in regards to our sons , who have no intimate connection

to me ..

As it appears , winner takes all..he cannot take what does not , and never did

belong to him..

Stones in the Road , were boulders that have been removed , as the facts are the

truth , long ago released from abuse that has continued beyond , beyond .

I am not the sledge hammer , I am the Mom who knows the light heals

and I can longer accept being a target that has resulted in our sons being

abused as well, their children , a tradition that can cease and desist .

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Blessings and Peace ,

Doña Luna 🥰🎉❤️

Doña Luna

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Woman’s OBGYN told her she needed her husband’s permission to get her tubes tied…in 2020

They wouldn’t sign off on the procedure without permission from her husband.
— Read on megaphone.upworthy.com/p/obgyn-husband-permission-tubes-tied

David Crosby & Joe Walsh To Perform At Kent State University 50th Commemoration Benefit Concert

I love David as the artist who is so humane 😍 This very exciting !!!

A benefit concert to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the massacre of students at Kent State University will feature performances from David Crosby and Joe Walsh.
— Read on www.jambase.com/article/david-crosby-joe-walsh-kent-state-university-50th-commemoration-benefit-concert

The Moon’s Cresent Has Been Seen and it Has Beg ~ SacredUnions February 26, 2020

The Moon’s Cresent Has Been Seen and it Has Beg ~ February 26, 2020

The Moon’s Cresent Has Been Seen and it Has Beg ~ February 26, 2020
— Read on roserambles.org/2020/02/26/the-moons-cresent-has-been-seen-and-it-has-beg-february-26-2020/

Luna’s Gone

The name change from Donna Lynn to Doña Luna was a sweet transition

for I did not feel connected to Donna , hearing I should not be using the

married name by a messenger of former …

My last Psychiatric Dr has an accent that created the Doner sound , and Beloved

was of her country , much better at speech , but I’m not sure of his comprehension

grasp of the nuances , of our English ….Donna Luna Moon was his name for me

and I expressed the repetitive double moon could be only 1 and I would loose an n

and pronounce it Doña ..( the computer adds the European inflection , which is part

of my ancestry as I know it ; Eastern Europeans Spanish on Dad’s side 🤔)

I’m so comfortable with it, children love the sound of Doña Luna , so I’m legally

going to change it …I deserve it.

Recalling the many years , induced mental illness deterred me from both the Sun

and the Moon …I pledged never again and to share my experience that it may

enlighten the uninformed of the tragic results .

Almost there , within days of beginning the final phase of clearing and pushing it

but knowing , I can, knowing I will be heard , knowing this cycle has ended but for

clarity and clearing … I’m am thus beyond grateful , to fully live life and the love

within and out lighting my way along side of Sun and Moon , who I never take

for granted as my master parents ..

Doña Luna is past ready to leap into life …yes 😎👍🏼😍🥳

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Blessings & Peace ,

Doña Luna 😘

Luna’s Gone , Mary Chapin Carpenter

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