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A Confrontation with the Past

My first patient of the day was a young boy with his father, both of them laughing and joking. Their bond was heartwarming and tugged at my heartstrings. I thought maybe this was a sign that I should try to build a relationship with my own father.

But then, as I was leaving the room, I overheard a heated argument between a father and his teenage son in the waiting area. It made me reconsider my decision to talk to him.

I had so much resentment towards him from my childhood that I wasn’t sure if I could communicate with him well enough without it being an argument. Throughout the day, I paid close attention to my patients.

I saw a father gently comforting his daughter after a difficult diagnosis, and I felt like I was missing out on the relationship I never had. But then an elderly man came in alone with no family by his side.

This reminded me of the isolation my father had chosen for himself all those years ago. During lunch, I sat in the cafeteria picking at my food, lost in thought.

When I was 7 years old, I loved school, but one thing always made me I thought that he was my father. I felt 100% vulnerable in that moment, like a hermit crab out of its shell.

He didn’t say anything for a moment and looked at me; his face was soft.

He said that he knew for some time.

I was shocked.

I asked why he didn’t say anything.

He looked down at his hands. He said he didn’t want to force anything on me and thought it would be better if I came to him on my own terms.

I had expected denial or maybe anger, but not this calm acceptance.

I asked him, “Why did he abandon us?”

He looked more sad now.

He said it was a long story and that he made a lot of mistakes when he was young and scared.

He said he was dealing with his own demons but admitted that leaving was the hardest thing he did.

But at the time, he felt like it was the best option.

I felt like the seven-year-old boy asking his mom why his dad didn’t love him all over again. They kept giving me these vague answers and it upset me.

I told him that he was a coward for leaving me. A dad shouldn’t leave his son and wait for his son to come around. I didn’t ask to be here.

He knocked up my mom, realized he couldn’t be a father at that point, and dipped—simple as that. I was tired of people coming to his defense and making up these vague excuses for him.

And when I told him all of this, he sat in silence, almost looking embarrassed. He wouldn’t make eye contact with me. All he could say was he was sorry.

After sitting in heated silence, he said that he wanted a relationship with me now and that it was up to me if I wanted to accept him in my life again.

He said it was no rush and that I didn’t have to make a decision now, but to call him if I wanted to. I had his phone number on file in the hospital records.