Monday, March 21, 2016

The Heartache of Powerlessness

What can a parent say when confronted by their worst fear.  When your child is born you gaze deep into the eyes of innocence and swear to protect them from the evils of the world.  But a parent can only do so much to prepare them for the pressure and temptations of life.  

Those of you who have read any of my previous posts will know that 12 years ago my wife and I gave our two daughters up for adoption. It was a very difficult decision with pressure from many outside sources to prove we cared about them by surrendering our parental rights because we were young, poor and my wife was in and out of the hospital with a severe case of crones disease. Suffice it to say we eventually relented believing what we were doing was out of love for them.

Now it is 12 years later and the passing of years has been very stressful for us, we look back on the adoption as a colossal mistake perpetrated by manipulation and deceitful tactics to get us to surrender our children making us believe we were doing the right thing for them.  But it was not the right thing and the lives our children are leading are proof of the mistake that was made.  As I said before, our oldest daughter is now 15 and contacted us out of the blue. After talking to her now for several months we have seen the kind of lives they are leading and I must admit it leaves us with a deep heartache.

Our oldest loves us very much but can not get over the feeling of abandonment, she makes comments daily about how she wishes we had never given her up and that her adoptive parents don't understand the struggles she faces and the emotional issues she had to deal with.  The issues she has run far deeper than a typical teenager is forced to face and it has become obvious through my interaction with her that I would have been able to understand her better and help her through the issues she faces because I went through such similar issues myself.

Genetics is an amazing thing and it is clear they have turned out so similar to us it borders on creepy.  I feel because of this familiarity we are better able to understand them and give them advice on these issues.  I myself was adopted and feel that if I had been able to communicate with my birth parents my life would have been much easier, I would not have felt so alone and misunderstood in the world.

Now we come to the deep heartache.  The feeling of powerlessness that comes with adoption.  I understand that when you surrender your parental rights you are no longer the legal parent of your children.  But they are my children and I cannot stop feeling like their father.  Recently my daughter contacted me to look at a live stream 13 year old daughter was doing because she thought it was disturbing.  I went to the site my daughter said and was immediately shocked and heartbroken by what I was witnessing.  There on the screen was my youngest daughter and a friend of hers sitting on a live Internet stream in their bra's making crude sexual remarks and obscene gestures to a bunch of horny pedophiles.  The anger and heartache was instant.  I have never in my life felt such a simultaneous and intense emotional reaction to anything, save their births.  But here it was, like a bomb had gone off in my heart.  I began to shake all over as I listened to my Little girl asking people what they wanted them to do.  So many chimed in for the removal of their tops or other sexual actions.  I sat dumbstruck like an idiot for several minutes.  I was finally able to regain my faculties and immediately reported the live session.  It was emotionally devastating.

I know I had given away my legal parental right, but I was still her father and I could not stop the sickness that began in my belly and radiated to my chest.  My little girl was not acting like a typical teenage child but a "Whore". I understand how horrible that is to say but there is no other word that  I could find that would accurately describe what I was seeing.  I understand teens and their curiosity and humor about sex, I myself thought about sex a lot at that age, but I have never seen anything like what I witnessed in my life and I still cannot process it several days later.

Where were the parents?  Why are they not monitoring what their children are doing online.  I understand that kids can get lots by their parents but this was neglect at a colossal level.  They  should have been aware of this.  I asked my daughter to alert the adoptive parents but she refused fearing she would get into trouble herself.  She said they had a habit of blaming both of them for the actions of one.  I thought about calling family services and pointing them to the video, or calling  law enforcement but the legal action they take against teens for these things in America as of late felt as though I would be doing her life more harm than good.  The last thing a teenage child needs is a lifetime on a sex offender registry.

I cannot shake the feeling that if they had been living in my household I would have been more attentive to their online escapades and this would not have happened.  I feel as though my children would have trusted us more to communicate their thoughts.  I feel my daughter would have come to me about something like this as she did online because I would have understood the situation and prevented it.  I feel that her lack of connection with the adoptive parents leads to some pretty deep secrets a teen should not have.

I felt so alone growing up, although my adoptive parents would say how much they loved me I never felt like they did, their words felt hollow and at every opportunity they had I was shipped of to therapists and private schools.  I will say that I am grateful for my adoption despite the difficulties in growing up.  The house I went to was far better and more stable than the one I left but I will never be able to shake the feeling of missed opportunities to have someone understand me and what I went through.

I dont know what I am going to do about all of this.  I am their father, yet I am not.  I feel like I am watching thier lives through thick glass and no matter how hard I pound on the glass or how loud I yell I am powerless to affect change.  I have tried to think of so many things I can do to rectify the problem but all lead to more trouble.  And now I ask. "Where do I go from here?"

Thursday, March 17, 2016

"I Never Knew Raine Fell" part 13

We sat in silence for an eternity.  What Raine had proposed was shocking to say the least.  All we could do is sit and stare at one another trying to gauge the other person’s thoughts.  A mother, a priest and a demon sat in a small rectory in the back of an old church trying to comprehend the magnitude of the proposal that had been offered.  A sacrifice like no other, a very affront to the natural order of the cosmos and the supernatural realm.  Was Raine being truthful?  Was this really the only way?
“I’ll do it.”  I whispered in a barely audible almost defeated tone.

“You can’t” Father Grey sat bolt upright in his seat.  “You can’t even consider this.  It is beyond insane.  If this is the only way then I can’t condone this action, even a mothers love has got to have limits.  Do you understand what this proposal would mean for you?  For her?  This is not an act of God or of nature, this action would upset the very balance of all that exists!”
“If this is the way it must be, then is the road I must travel.  I am her mother, her wellness must come before my own.”  I sighed dejectedly. My words sounded good but in reality I was terrified.  I did not want this.  But I was the demon’s mother, I had brought her into this world and all that she had done I could rectify with this act.  My sins could never be washed away but at least by doing this I could stop further tarnish on my soul and hers.

“Is this truly the only way?”  Father Grey said to Raine, looking deep into her eyes searching for signs of deception.

“Yes.”  She said softly.  “A demon I may be, a liar I am not.”  There was such conviction in her statement Father Grey seemed to stop his please and settle back into his chair, thoughtful again.
“How do we go about this?”  Father Grey shook his head slowly unable to accept his participation in this act.

“The method is quite simple, the explanation is not.”  Raine said sitting a little straighter in her seat now more confident that she had our acceptance of the situation.  “I have existed for millennia and in all that time I have never had a soul who gave so much after such horror had been wrought upon her, I have killed her lover, her son, her daughter, yet she protected me with her life, given me refuge and held me in her arms.  If I can give her back her daughter even in death it is a sacrifice I must accept.”

“But it’s not you who will be sacrificed!”  Father Grey exclaimed almost angrily at the demon. 

“As my mother dies, I to will die in a sense.  It is a melding, both will perish and another will take our place.”

“Emily!  You can’t be possibly considering this, this isn’t death you’re facing but obliteration!  You will no longer exist.  No Heaven, no Hell.  Just nothing.”  Father Grey put his head in his hands fighting back tears.

“It is not a matter of wanting to do this, it is not a matter understanding.  I have to do this because killing her is not an option to me.  She may have done horrible things but she is innocent in the end and if I can bring back the innocence she one had then I have done my part in this world and will go to my grave happily.”  I sat back hoping I had sounded convincing.

“Emily.  We’re talking about a sacrifice here, a human sacrifice. We’re talking about your Emily!  You won’t be dead, you will be erased.  Is the gain really worth the cost?”

I looked at my daughter the demon had possessed, she was staring off into space as if in deep thought, her small innocent body seemed so fragile you could almost forget what she was.  I wanted to bring that innocence back.  Maybe there was a larger picture to all of this we were neglecting to see.  If I wanted to save Raine I would have to endure this, and maybe with this sacrifice I could make something right in this world.  I was to be a human sacrifice.  This is not how I saw my life ending.  I hung my head then and wept.

(Journal) The Doubts Within

I have as of late begun to doubt myself and my path in life.  I have found myself at a crossroads and no path seems to be less traveled.  I have been told I have taken on too much responsibility, given too much away and taken too much weight upon my shoulders.  I am starting to see the clarity of their observation.  I now have to ask myself when enough will be enough.  Can I continue along this path or will it ultimately lead to my demise?

I enjoy my writing, I enjoy telling a story and giving my readers a sense of wonder.  But I have to ask myself is all that I do ultimately worth it.  I have begun to take on several more side projects other than my writing and have given a significant portion of my lively hood away to those in need.  I have opened my home to family and friends and received little in return.  I am a good man or a sucker?  I have to ask these questions fore they have be plaguing me for months now and my health had suffered as a consequence of the action I have taken.

If you are an avid reader of my site then you have surely noticed a drop in my production and I must apologize for my tardiness in producing new material for you my readers.  When life piles to heavily upon you many things suffer as a result and you are forced to take a step back and examine the result of the decisions you have made.

This entry is more of a journal on my thoughts than anything else and I apologize to any who read who may feel that I am feeling sorry for myself.  I pray you will not judge me too harshly.  I will begin producing again starting this week and have already began work on the next installment of "I Never Knew Raine Fell"  a story which seems to garner lots of fan attention.  I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it.

To my fans I thank you for all you have done for me, your avid readership has been a light in the darkness and I am so grateful to the many supporters who have left kind words of encouragement to me over the last year I have been writing.  Thank you all for being my fans and thank you for your support.

Sincerely, 
Jack Isgar