Healing the Wound of the Emotionally Unavailable Father

Your father never left. He was there. That was the problem. He came to the school plays. He paid the bills. He sat in the stands. And still, something was missing. He was warm sometimes — when you achieved something, when you performed, when you were the right kind of daughter in the right kind of moment. You learned this before you had language for it: love arrives as a response to performance. The first book to name the specific wound of the father who was present and whose presence had a schedule — and to trace, with full clinical depth, exactly where that wound went and what it built in you.

by Nikita Datar

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