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Boys hunger for Father’s Rescue
“Boys don’t hunger for fathers who will model traditional mores of masculinity. They hunger for fathers who will rescue them from it. They need fathers who have themselves emerged from the gauntlet of their own socialization with some degree of emotional intactness.
Sons don’t want their father’s ‘balls,’ they want their hearts. And, for many, the heart of a father is a difficult item to come by. The key component of a boy’s healthy relationship to his father is affection, not ‘masculinity.’ The boys who fare poorly in their psychological adjustment are not those without fathers, but those with abusive or neglectful fathers.
Contrary to the traditional stereotype, a sweet man in an apron who helps out with the housework may be just the nurturant kind of father a boy most needs.”
~Terrence Real, I Don’t Want To Talk About It:
Overcoming the Secret Legacy of Male Depression
Art: Kieth Mallett
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Dads
This picture was taken in 2003
Crosson was born on June 19th
Today he 19
Dad treated us to a meal at
K&W
As Fathers , I have not been
privy to parenting .
I last saw Crosson when Dad
passed in 2012.
I have known scant visits with
2 local grandchildren.
2 grandsons ; I have never
met .
Distortions abound
No one wants to participate in
facts , nor healing.
I was still medicated, notice
the blank look .
It was a celebration , I was part
of the baby sitting team for
Crosson , who was my catalysis
to exit the matrix of
psychiatric abuse , denying
Domestic Abuse that is still
high conflict, extremely
malignant.
Happy Birthday Crosson V
Love Nona

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

Saying Good Bye to a Parent
When you say goodbye to a parent.
You are suddenly living in a whole new world.
You are no longer ‘the child’ and regardless of how long you have officially been ‘grown up’ for, you realise you actually never were until this moment. The shock of this adjustment will shake your very core.
When you have finally said goodbye to both your parents, assuming you were lucky enough to have had two. You are an orphan on this earth and that never, ever gets easier to take no matter how old and grey you are yourself and no matter how many children of your own you have.
You see, a part of your body is physically connected to the people that made it and also a part of your soul. When they no longer live, it is as if you are missing something practical that you need – like a finger or an arm. Because really, you are. You are missing your parent and that is something far more necessary than any limb.
And yet the connection is so strong it carries on somehow, no-one knows how exactly. But they are there. In some way, shape or form they are still guiding you if you listen closely enough. You can hear the words they would choose to say to you.
You can feel the warmth of their approval, their smile when a goal is achieved, their all-consuming love filling the air around you when a baby is born they haven’t met.
If you watch your children very closely you will see that they too have a connection with your parents long after they are gone. They will say things that resonate with you because it brings so many memories of the parent you are missing. They will carry on traits, thoughts and sometimes they will even see them in their dreams.
This is not something we can explain.
Love is a very mystical and wondrous entity.
It is far better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all and grief, grief is the price of that love. The deeper the love the stronger the grief.
When you say goodbye to a parent, do not forget to connect with that little girl who still lives inside you somewhere.
Take very good care of her, for she, she will be alone and scared.
When you say goodbye to your parents, you lose an identity, a place in the world. When the people who put you on this earth are no longer here, it changes everything.
Look after yourself the way they looked after you and listen out for them when you need it the most.
They never really leave.
Donna Ashworth
From ‘to the women’: https://tinyurl.com/ye9f93zd
#fathersday #griefpoetry

Red Flags
THESE RED FLAGS
When you didn’t have enough care, you tend to accept the crumbs of casual attention. When you didn’t have enough of the right people nurturing your growth and encouraging you to try, you may have looked to ungrounded people to create and exalt into idealized figures. When you didn’t have real love and healthy boundaries to help you feel safe, you made poor choices which led you towards settling for less or made decisions which ushered you into hazardous places. When you didn’t have reliability, consistency, and a foundation built on living with truth, you missed the red flags of dishonesty that were planted knee-deep in terrains requiring authenticity.
When you didn’t have secure parental bonds or an early life of stability lined with trust, and then later in life you noticed these red flags, you likely believed they were subject to change or would eventually disappear or even transform into banners of integrity. You thought they could shift and switch their color and fly happily ever after, these red flags flown by those who fear intimacy; these flags hoisted by the ones with their own trauma issues, too; flags which represent the lack of the very same things you needed to recognize your individual worth.
These red flags waving somewhere in the distance, then blatantly raised were warning you not to come any closer. And these flags they held were flaring red yet overlooked early on are now firmly staked into the ground you share, and somehow have become a declaration of their unwillingness to commit to a clear and honest connection.
When you didn’t have what you needed to advise and offer guidance, you might feel like you’re on your own at learning how to avoid harmful, dangerous or toxic dynamics. Red flags show up almost right away, and because you became inured to tolerating less than what’s right for you — all the strength, confidence, and understanding that’s crucial to heed them couldn’t be applied. But just because you didn’t notice any ominous signs back then, it doesn’t mean you’ve made a pledge to put up and remain in imbalanced friendships, ill-behaved relationships, half-love marriages, disjointed partnerships, broken-boundaried family systems, or pernicious, demeaning situations.
When you didn’t have enough of the goodness you needed, you tend to feel like you’re not enough. Not enough to pursue what’s kind to you. Not enough to wait and see and take your time and hold out for what’s best for you, instead you run the risk of roaming far away from what you should have.
Rippling like signals in the wind, flags are red for everyone to see the threat ahead. And if it feels like its too late, it’s really not. It’s not too late to take whatever room you need to repair the rips and readjust the way you view and esteem your one and only heart, and use the space to practice and communicate the many sound, prioritizing ways you should be respected, loved and cared for.
—Susan Frybort
Accessibility
The image is a poem from the book OPEN PASSAGES written by Susan Frybort. The poem reads:
Know you should be loved. You should be held safe and warm inside an invested and caring heart. You should walk away from destructive and depleting forces and walk alongside calming streams. Know your dignity is deserving of the loving places you belong. Know that you matter and should be loved.

Turning Point
Turning Point….
I know that for me, you were always the man I could count on and the man I chose time and time again.
You assumed you would always have my heart and perhaps that is why you refused to let go and accept that another had occupied your space.
We were the best of friends and the worst of enemies.
You were the man I have compared every other man to…. You are the man I felt most betrayed by, because I loved you with more passion and untamed desire than any other man.
I loved you for the 3 bundles of joy we brought into this world and the family we had and I hated the way you made me question who I was and my security after December 2004.
That was our turning point, our point of no return. You told me you wished you had done things differently, why didn’t you?
I wished a thousand times or more that the man I married…. the man I let go of, was still there. You became so bitter and fueled by your own ego and selfish desire that you allowed things to go too far.
Now, all you will ever be to me, is A Has Been, whose memory fades more and more with each passing day.
~Love Don’t Run~💗©
Coleen C Kimbro ©
Excerpt from my book 📚
Shattered Mind & Broken Dreams©
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Bow Out , Gracefully
My Mom once told me that she walked into a room where a couple of friends were discussing her, they didn’t know she was there. She shook her head, smiled and walked away. 🕊
My Mom also told me that she had a friend who talked bad about her, she never knew that Mom found out, Mom never mentioned it. She smiled and walked away from this friendship. 🕊
She told me she had family who chose to shift her out of their life because she stood up for herself for a change. And because she stopped crossing oceans for them when they would not even help her cross a bridge. She smiled, shook her head and walked away. 🕊
So I asked her how she could just walk away from people that betrayed her while pretending to be her friends or family? 🕊
She answered that every time she came to a crossroad like that, she had to decide who will be going forward on her journey with her. This showed her who she cannot take along with her. 🕊
So she explained to me that you should never get mad at a person who betrays you, even in the name of friendship or family. Just gracefully bow out and enjoy your journey with all the new people God puts in their place. 🕊

Monkey Mind ? No it’s Monkey Heart
The primary cause of our unhappiness is not our thoughts. It is our undigested emotional material. Forget the monkey mind. Shifting out of unhappiness is not a cerebral process—that’s just another ineffective band-aid—it is a felt experience. It’s the monkey heart that’s the issue—the state of inner tumult and chaos that emanates from an unclear heart. Flooded with unresolved emotions and unexpressed truths, the monkey heart jumps from tree-top to tree-top, emoting without grounding, dancing in its confusion. Often misinterpreted as a monkey mind, the monkey heart is reflected in unsettled, repetitive thinking. To calm and clarify it, one may benefit from heartfulness practices: emotional release, armor-busters, depth charges, heart openers. If you want to change your thinking, heal your heart. That’s the best meditation of all. (~an excerpt from my book ‘Grounded Spirituality’)

