Wednesday, December 9, 2009

A sighting.

I am a father, you know. Of three sons in their twenties, all childhood victims of Parental Alienation Syndrome. None of them has communicated with me or any relative of mine for years.

I occasionally pick up snatches of information about them from chance run-ins with local nodding acquaintances. For years I coached my sons' house soccer teams, so sometimes I run into the parents of former players of mine. I always ask about their son, and occasionally get a tidbit of information back, gleaned from a chance encounter they had with one of my children. I call these sightings.

I had a sighting last night. At the grocery store, a parent related a recent brief encounter with my oldest child. As I politely listened I was screaming inside, He's alive!

You see, unlike most parents, I don't live in dread of receiving a call that always seems to come in the middle of the night. Rather, I live in fear of never receiving such a call, that someday I'll be speaking with a casual acquaintance and hear the words, I'm so sorry!

Their Mother, a local elementary school teacher busy imparting values to impressionable young children, refuses to provide me with any information about our children, including their addresses. I send their holiday cards back to my house and toss them in a box.

It's hell not knowing whether your children are even alive, knowing you'll never know about any occurrence affecting them until far after the event and then only by chance. Only in America.


Just_because_today said...

Peter I have read your blog for about a year and everytime I read about your boys, it breaks my heart. How can your exwife be so cruel after loving you one day. What she does is not right. It is not right to rob a fathPper of his children

Sunshine said...

We heard a story similar to yours yesterday.. from a father.
Heartbreaking, beyond understanding. Still hoping for you.. and your injured sons!

CAconservative said...

Parental Alienation Syndrome affects millions of children.
There is a current effort to get this illness added to the the next DSM manual, so courts will officially recognize it, and insurance companies will pay to treat children that suffer from it.


jeanne said...

peter, why don't you ask one of these acquaintances for your kids address??

Sunshine said...

PS.. I finally posted about our Amtrak trip to New Orleans.

Anonymous said...

with just a tiny bit of internet stalking, i'm sure you could find their addresses with a little combination of google/facebook/linkedin/


Susan said...

I'm sorry.