“I have endured four birthdays since my son”
Good Christ.
It’s been four years, but that’s not specific enough to YOU and YOUR pain, is it?
"I did not remind him about his son's birthday, as I knew it would heighten his daily pain and anger.”
Hmmm. I’d set up four reminders on his phone.
“ So for the day that would have been celebratory in a sane world, I shouldered alone my tender grief.”
Me, me, me, me….
“Along with my son, my memory has been stolen of the joyous welcoming of my healthy infant son.”
If you lost that memory, how do know it’s joyous?
I think you overdramatize. The joy of ‘then-time’ hasn’t changed. But your daughter no longer supports your hopes for her life.
"As this essay elequently expresses, for PITT parents there are jolts of even more pain throughout the years that are visceral markers of our cruel alienation from a precious child with whom we once shared a loving relationship.”
Speaking as a parent of three, i think you’re being a selfish, self-centered, melodramatic, full-fledged cunt. You HAVE a child. You can learn taht child’s needs and BE A FUCKING PARENT, or you can impose your bigotry upon an innocent.
“Our primal ambiguous loss is beyond sad.”
Those bible thumper parents that throw their kids out of the house and their lives for being gay, or for marrying outside the church, or interracially, or my Army uncle that stopped talking to me when i joined the Navy… How fucking superficial can you be?