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"Elegant prose ... sheds new light on the father-daughter dynamic"
-Boston magazine

Praise for Fatherless WOMEN

"If it can be said about a book on loss, Fatherless Women is a pleasure to read. Clea Simon is a warm, honest, intelligent, and trustworthy guide, not only for grieving women but for the men who support them. Simon's insights about father-daughter relationships are profound."
-Neil Chethik, author of FatherLoss

"Clea Simon deepens our understanding of the complicated emotions daughters feel about fathers, both during life and especially after death. This book will help heal rifts and set stuck energies free."
-Beth Witrogen McLeod, author of Caregiving:
The Spiritual Journey of Love, Loss, and Renewal

"Unusually candid and often provocative . . . Simon's book is immensely thought-provoking about a topic that all of us will face."
-Pauline Boss, Ph.D., author of Ambiguous Loss:
Learning to Live with Unresolved Grief

There is a special bond between a father and a daughter, and when that bond is broken by death, a woman's life can change in profound and unexpected ways. Clea Simon, critically acclaimed author of Mad House, explores this crucial meeting point of grief and growth by delving into her own experience and those of other women to paint an illuminating portrait of the father-daughter relationship and its lifelong ramifications. Filled with moving stories of real women, this poignant, comforting, and insightful book paves the way for all women to make peace with the past, with the adults they have become, and to courageously face the question: what happens next?
Introduction.

After Daddy.

Reconciling Visions.

Fatherless Girls.

Time for Mourning.

Connecting with a Mate.

Marriages in Transition.

Babies and Mortgages.

Mothers and Daughters.

Work and Self-Image.

When Lives Do Not Change.

The Journey Over Time.

Postscript.

Acknowledgments.

Recommended Reading.

Bibliography.

Index.
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02 mai 2008

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9780470337431

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Fatherless Women
Fatherless Women
How We Change After We Lose Our Dads
Clea Simon
Copyright 2001 by Clea Simon. All rights reserved. Published by John Wiley & Sons, Inc.

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For Jon, for my mother, Iris, and in memory of my father, Eugene Protter Simon
Contents
Introduction
1 After Daddy
2 Reconciling Visions
3 Fatherless Girls
4 Time for Mourning
5 Connecting with a Mate
6 Marriages in Transition
7 Babies and Mortgages
8 Mothers and Daughters
9 Work and Self-Image
10 When Lives Do Not Change
11 The Journey Over Time
Postscript
Acknowledgments
Recommended Reading
Bibliography
Index
Introduction
Writing about my father is about as easy as wading through wet cement. My father, who died nearly eight years ago as I write this, was a complicated man, and my relationship with him was equally complex. A self-professed intellectual, an Ivy League-educated doctor, and enthusiastic supporter of the arts, he took pride as much in the differences between himself and others of his class as in his achievements. Unlike many of his medical colleagues, he claimed to dislike the barriers of status that separated the doctor from the patient, and (particularly in a suburb like ours, with its underpinnings of immigrant, small-town feudalism) from the community at large. Unlike many of his peers in education, those who sat next to him at the opera and the symphony, he was proud of his appreciation of popular culture, particularly any tunes he thought resembled those of the Beatles. Unlike many other men of his era-he was forty years old when I, his youngest child, was born-he believed he had remained current in his thoughts and views. Except, of course, where his youngest child, his second daughter, was concerned.
He was a complex man, despite his affability and the great joy he took in simple pleasures-good food, a long walk on a fine day. And to write about him, particularly to write about my relationship with him, brings back all the convolutions, all the contradictions, that I couldn t reconcile during his life. Wading through them now, when some of the issues, at any rate, seem to have been resolved, cannot be a straightforward journey. This father-daughter relationship was sometimes tortured, often peaceful and full of love. To go back and view our interactions with honesty requires a kind of double-tracking memory. It calls for the ability to see how I wished (and sometimes believed) we were then, and also to see the way we were truly interacting, with all the currents and sub-currents of fears and expectations that dragged at us both. Writing about my father, about being my father s daughter, means reviving decades-old feelings of confusion and anger, of insecurities that reached so deep that I did not know how to trust myself with this life. Writing about my father, about our relationship, means writing about everything I would rather not face.
How could it not? I was my father s baby, a daddy s girl in many ways. I was his favorite of his three children for a number of reasons, including my resilient mental health, which was apparent early on in stark contrast to the schizophrenia that enveloped both my older siblings as they went through puberty, and which confused and hurt him by its refusal to respond to treatment, to reason, or to the force of his will. I was, by virtue of my health as well as by birth order, his hope for the future and his ally. But because he had seen my brother and my sister falter and stumble, and because he was in many respects a patriarch in the Old World mold, I was also his hostage, the one he was going to carry successfully through life, her protests notwithstanding.
In short, because of the accidents of our family, and because of who he was, I don t know if he ever tried to understand who I was, or who I was capable of becoming, as I progressed from his precocious little bookworm to a rebellious teen and then a young woman. For I spent much of my time while he was alive responding to his cues, which often meant yielding my will to his. And while he believed that he was open to the world, I see now that by the time I was born, he had in many ways closed himself into a small, tight circle of beliefs that ultimately excluded much of what my life, as an adult woman, has come to be about. Writing about him, therefore, is often painful, as each good memory either brings forth a bad one, or is followed swiftly by the saccharine aftertaste that lets me know that once again, as I did so often in my childhood, I am avoiding the unpleasant, the unhappy, and the true.
To write about my father, therefore, is once more to interact with him, and that brings up all the unresolved issues and personal contradictions I bring to our relationship. Trying to decipher the influence of my father, of his legacy, I am once more a little girl, dependent and trusting and sometimes betrayed. I am again an adolescent, angry and more vulnerable than I seem. Although many pop psych books want to freeze our relationships with our fathers into specific categories, to make us the eternal girl or the stubborn teen in all our dealings, the truth is more fluid. On any given day, and in every interaction, I am all the female roles, and he is all the male ones, and I do not think that I am unique in this way. Anything less, any kind of simplification of our dance, leads to error.
Only one truth appears simple, one set of facts that help anchor me. With all the pain and hesitation that I felt-that I still feel-about my father, about his illusions and his intelligence, his childlike and openhanded generosity and the harsh and unappealable judgments he could bring down, I am only sure of this: He was my father and he is dead. And now that his active presence in my life is through, I can begin to see him as a complete and separate entity. I can begin to understand his continuing effect on me. For despite his no longer being a commonplace presence in my life, this complex and contradictory man is very much a part of me. No matter how I approach the subject, I am still my father s daughter. And no matter how much my life has changed since his passing, he is influencing me. By example, by comparison, by his shadow, and by the passing of that shadow, my father remains very present in my life.

The inspiration for this book came from a series of changes that I noticed in my life after my father died, then witnessed again in the lives of friends as they also lost their fathers. These changes appeared small at first, but what I saw was that within a few years of our bereavements, their cumulative effect was overwhelming. Five years down the line, a great number of us had changed careers or the style of work we did. We had been stubbornly single, and then we married, or we had been unhappily anchored and were finally able to leave relationships that we had outgrown. We found ourselves free to drop decades-old obsessions, to let gripes and worries finally be. Beyond the very real but temporary dislocation of grief, we seem to have changed, to have learned from our losses. Despite our pain, we seem for the most part to have gotten stronger. And although these changes may be seen as the kind of growing that we women in our thirties and our forties would have done anyway, the nature of these shifts, and the fact that many of us had been unable to make them earlier, suggests a connection between our losses and our gains.
To be realistic, these changes are what therapists would call overdetermined. They are decided by multiple factors-our age and our experience as well as the death of our male parents-and no one influence can explain all our growth. But over all of the changes we ve experienced hangs the shadow of our fathers, or perhaps the sudden absence of that shadow, an experience I ve confirmed with dozens of women and with psychiatric professionals who work with families and with women going through transitions. Keeping in mind that many elements contribute to every stage in our lives, I became interested in the father factor-in how the loss of our paternal parents in some way altered us, either freed us to act or spurred us to make moves in our own lives, and in how their presence had influenced both who we had been and who we were now able to become.
I have begun by examining my own life in terms of the shifts I observed first in my work, then in my internal landscape, and finally in the composition of my friendships and intimate relationships over the first few years af

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