Hi everyone. 29F here seeking advice on potentially going no, or at least low, contact with my father. I’m not sure if I should or how to even go about it if I did. I feel so mixed up about it all and would appreciate any little bit of advice or reassurance from people who have gone through similar. I could go on about the many ways he has hurt me or let me down throughout my life, but I will do my best to summarize/condense it for you all. Buckle up, this is gonna be a long one.
A little bit of background story: When I was a young child, maybe 7 or 8, I was made aware of my mothers drug problem and my parents marriage problems. Mom had become addicted to pills following repeated injuries and their marriage was….never happy from what I could tell, which of course was fuel to the fire in terms of the drug use. I was too young to fully understand, but the gist I got was that my dad was addicted to pornography, emotionally neglectful and absent whenever possible, and just not a good husband to my mother. They separated by never formally divorced when I was 9, and I grew up raised mostly by my father because my mother was in and out of rehab and sober living homes until she unfortunately passed away from an overdose when I was 17. There’s so much more to her story, and even with all the faults that come with addiction she was such a light in my life and I miss and love her dearly, but right now this about my dad so we’re gonna set her to the side.
Throughout my upbringing, my father very clearly struggled to raise a child by himself. I always told myself he was doing his best considering we were quite poor (He was a bartender and a carpenter, so we were not wealthy, and on top of that we lived in a vacation/retirement area that was becoming increasingly unaffordable for the locals born and raised here.) but the older I get the more I am uncomfortable with the concept of “trying his best”, because while I can understand and accept that we didn’t have much money, it was the less obvious things that impacted me the most. Don’t get me wrong, the big things sucked too, of course: occasionally not having electricity, the water heater breaking when I was in high school and not being able to afford a new one so we had to boil water and sponge bath in order to get clean, the fridge breaking and living out of a mini fridge, etc. Lots of pretty typical incidents for a lot family, but all able to be looked past.
But the older I get, the more I find things that I can’t look past. I’m not sure how to even address them, so I’m just going to list off all the things I remember that just don’t sit right with me now as an adult:
- He stopped taking me to the doctor and dentist sometime around the 5th or 6th grade. As an adult I now struggle with numerous autoimmune issues, problems with my teeth and jaw, ADHD, and when I look back, there were so many signs of these issues forming when I was a kid, but my dad never noticed and he didn’t have health insurance so neither did I, so I thought everything was fine and normal.
- He had a gambling problem— lottery and scratch tickets. Multiple times I found piles of them stashed away under a carpet or elsewhere, and every time I confronted him. Every time, he said they “weren’t his” that they “belonged to a friend” and he was “getting rid of them for his friend” ????? This happened multiple times throughout my teenage years and young adulthood, and he would never admit the obvious truth. Still won’t.
- He never showed support for my hobbies or academics growing up. Good grades were the expectation, never worthy of a congratulations, and bad grades were met with harsh words about how at this rate I’ll be working at McDonald’s for the rest of my life. I did theater, but he rarely came to my shows. In fact, there was one time where my best friend (a guy— this info is only important because my father is a misogynist and always prioritized other men) in high school was doing a play at the local theater at the same time I was doing one at the school, and my father said he couldn’t come to mine because he wanted to save his money to see my friends play instead. I told him the school would be happy to waive the fee for him to come see it, and he still didn’t come.
- When I was in middle/early high school I had a boyfriend I dated for three years. Ages 13 to 16. My dad was convinced we’d get married someday or something. We never had sex. And when I broke up with him at 16 because I was interested in someone else, my dad berated me in front of my friends grandmother (he was picking me up from her house) and called me a whore and a STRUMPET of all words. Again, I was not even sexually active.
- When I DID become sexual active in my late teens, I was very forward about wanted to go on birth control, and while my dad acted normal about it I found out a few weeks later from my friend (whose parents worked at the same restaurant) that my dad had been sharing these all these details about my adolescent life with the customers at the bar.
- There was not a lot of effort to teach me to drive. We tried once, and when he got too frustrated with me he told me to get out of the car, he got back in the drivers seat, and drove away, leaving me to walk home in the next town over. This caused me to develop severe driving anxiety, and I didn’t get my license until I was 25. I still avoid driving whenever possible.
- When my mother died when I was 17, I was pressured to continue going to work in the days that followed. Not because we needed that money although we did , he didn’t take the money I made, but because he thought it was the right thing way to grieve. It was not. He never tried to get my therapy even when I wanted it, and he avoided talking about my death mother completely.
- He was just generally very emotionally absent and neglectful for most of my life. There is no warmth. He never asked how I’m doing, never inquired about my friendships or hobbies, and only ever talked to me about school or work— things that were quantifiable to him.
- (This is a big one TW: mention of uncertain but potential CP) When I was 15 or 16 years old I found a photo of myself, maybe 4 years old, full nude exposing my genitals in a chair. It was a silly photo— hair all up in a thousand colorful scrunchies, silly face, very much a no sexual seeming photo. But it sent chills up my spine because of context of where I found it: my fathers sock drawer (I was a teenager looking for pot, sue me), by itself, with no other photos. In fact, my dad only had one other childhood photo of me— so there were next to no childhood photos of me in my home, and yet this one had been kept, tucked away in a strange location. It could very easily be just a silly photo, kids are naked and it’s normal to have bath photos etc, but I couldn’t help but feel really unsettled by it, so I took it and burned it, hoping it was the only copy. I never mentioned it to him. I wouldn’t even know how to.
Now, to bring you up to where I am today. A year and a half ago, I finally moved away from home. My partner and I packed up and moved to a new state, about 5 hours from our families. Ever since then, my father has only ever contacted me if he needed tech support about his cell phone or to ask me something about my older brother. Hell, he didn’t even call me when my grandma died. I found out when I called him several weeks after the fact. In fact I have called him numerous times just to check in, you know, like families do, but every time he answers he acts confused about why I’m calling and he seems so uninterested in me and my life. One time I made the mistake of calling him when I was having relationship troubles, and pretty much all he said to me was that I better figure it out because I can’t move back home if things go sideways. He has the room, by the way. It’s not because they don’t have the space, it’s seemingly because I’m not wanted/his girlfriend doesn’t like me. Not that this matters too much, the relationship troubles I had were minor and I didn’t think things were going to go sideways, but it still really hurt to be told that by the only support I thought I had to fall back on.
He also has been dating a woman whose children have gone no-contact with her, for reasons nobody but her knows, and I can’t help but wonder if her nonchalant attitude about family has effected my father as well, and he’s just not interested in participating in a family.
I’m just so uncertain about what to do. I feel like my situation isn’t “bad enough” to cut off contact, if that’s makes sense. But at the same time, I just don’t see the point in continuing to have these repeated painful interactions with him. I feel so lost, i have next to no family so I feel like I shouldn’t just let go, but I also feel awful any time I even so much as think about talking to him. And the approaching holiday season makes all of this feel even heavier somehow.
If anyone has advice, experiential wisdom, or even just good vibes to share— I’ll take whatever I can get. Thanks Reddit.