I read somewhere that A Belle in Brooklyn writes all her posts on her Blackberry. Since I have an hour commute to work I figured I’d give it a shot. And I really need to write since I’ve already fallen off my write every day wagon. #weak
At any rate, I’ve been thinking a lot about these interviews I’m doing (hopefully for my dissertation). So far I’ve only done and to be honest I was not prepared for what I heard and how I felt afterwards. I’m interviewing daughters who grew up in different households and I’m
trying to explore how they maintained these relationships, what these relationships are like now and if these relationships have affected their dating habit and/or sexual behavior.
I know what my “daddy story” is and have been thinking about blogging that just to get it out of my system and to just sit and think about what it is to me and how it’s affecting my research. But that’s another post
Anyway, what’s surprised me most about these interviews is how sad they make me. Granted there were a lot of sad parts in the interview, the sadness I felt is most likely my own shit rather than empathy. It just boggles the mind how fathers can disappear and move on with life
so easily – especially when their own fathers weren’t there. They know what it feels like, and at some point they must have said “I’m never going to do that to my child.” And yet the pattern continues.
At some point, I’d like to interview the fathers. Not sure how well that would work out. Probably like how it is when Oprah interviews child molestors. She can’t be cool, she barely holds it together and you can just feel her disdain for them. Maybe my emotions aren’t that
strong, but I would be going in with judgment and emotion. That doesn’t mix well with science.
Back to the interview. It helped me form a hypothesis about how these relationships are maintained. I’m going to see if these next two relationships confirm the pattern. It’s exciting.