Dr. Susanne Freeborn

Dr. Susanne Freeborn
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November 06
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JUNE 18, 2010 9:53AM

The Father Within Me

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California Live Oak 

 In early 1957, my father committed suicide by driving his car at high speed into an ancient California Live Oak tree in the San Joaquin Valley somewhere between Fresno and Bakersfield.   My mother says he died instantly.  Because of that night, I've spent most of my life fatherless.

My mother did receive Social Security checks for my sister and I.  When I was in high school it was $105 each month.  As a child I always thought that she got $105 for my getting to live without a father to love me.  It made me mad as hell and probably has a good deal to do with why money isn't the most important thing to me.  I was mad at her and I was mad at him.  She never said she loved me and he wasn't around to do it.  He was unhappy, but for a kid, that kind of unhappiness is not fathomable. I would have liked to have someone to talk to, someone who wanted to eat breakfast with me at the beginning of the day.  I longed for that but it never came.  

My stepfather was an alcoholic and I avoided him as much as I could because I was hellbent on stopping him from drinking.  I would steal his vodka and pour it into the storm drain on the corner and then throw the bottle in someone else's trash can.  

He tried to kill me once when he was drunk.  He wore Acme cowboy boots with the big Spanish heel and spurs because he was a quarterhorse trainer.  He came into the house clumping along loudly while the spurs scraped the floor and rang like some kind of weird bell at the same time.  He raged and yelled and threw me down on the floor when he knew what I had done and if my mother hadn't come in he would have stomped my head with his boots and spurs. 

So I didn't really remember what it was like to be loved by my father and my memories were murderously interrupted by the fear and the screaming  loud life provided by my mother and her drunken common law husband. 

My grandfather did everything for me that could be done.  He loved me and tried to teach me what he could about living a good life.  He was generous to all of us and it wasn't until later that I learned that he was my step grandparent.  It broke my heart I wanted so much to be his granddaughter, since he was the one who I knew really loved me without trying to make me be different than the self I experienced on the inside.

But I didn't always live near Grampa and sometimes I needed some fatherly advice.  As the years went by I consulted the inner held memory of my father as I remembered him from the last time I saw him.  A dim memory from when I was three.  He wore a wool felt fedora, he had a harmonica in his pocket and he had clear, blue eyes and sandy hair.  

harmonica 

I would picture sitting next to him talking, and I would ask him questions, seek advice, and the father I pictured responded to me within myself.  He told me to try hard, to do my work, to not give up.  He told me not to listen to gossips who said cruel things about me, or about my mother.

My Father's Hat

Of course, it was really me advising myself, but as a father I wasn't half bad in encouraging myself to make it through the perils of a fatherless childhood.  Not once have I celebrated Father's Day for myself.  It's been for my much beloved Grampa, or for my husband the father of four, and  now my son-in-law but never has Father's Day been about fathering myself all alone as a little girl with no one capable of explaining to me why I had to do this thing for myself.  Now that I know, there's no one left to explain it to who was there at the time.

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Dr. Susanne I feel happy you have done so well in your life, you took care of yourself and healed yourself when no one else was there to lean on. I hope you have a wonderful weekend with your husband and family.
What a sweetheart you are Rita!
I like you honour Father's Day not for my father but for a generation later.
True wonderful men just like this piece.
rated with hugs
I had a great comment typed up for you. But for some reason the internet, or maybe just OS, has been messing up on me all night last and this morning.
I will be back later to comment..After I get this internet problem figured out.
You are doing and you achieved and accomplished so much.. Take yourself out to dinner, or whatever you really want to do.. You deserve to celebrate father's day. I do it every year..
{{{{HUGS}}}}
This is a great non destructive way to cope, and I'm so glad it worked for you.
Dear Susanne,

This was striking, especially with the last two pictures. Finding our own internal mother and father is a hard process, one we both have navigated. It is unfair we had to do that at an age when we would have been better served living out our childhoods. Thank you for this.
I wouldn't have thought of that . . . what an incredibly creative way to find the inner guidance you needed. Amazing and brilliant. Thank you for sharing this part of yourself.
To be so open about your early life is such a gift to the rest of us. Thank you.
The word "step" means nothing when it comes to love. You are your Granpa's granddaughter.
r~
I'm so sorry

from here it looks like you've grown into the kind of person your inner dad can be proud of
your posts about your path to healing are healing for others too. I appreciate reading this....
Your father lived through you, I understand that too well and he did an excellent job. ~R
You have expressed so much here, survival, growth, wisdom and love. You deserve all. R
You took care of yourself and you have a good life now and built your own good family.
Long nights in childhood. Very well expressed.
What a blessing to have learned so early in life of your inner resources, your inner wisdom, and to intuitively know how to give it the shape that best answered your needs as a little fatherless girl. I am so sorry you suffered so much to arrive at your treasure. But maybe that is how treasure is often found - unearthed from depths of dirt and shit.