I'm in my twenties and I've grown up living with my mum. My parents split up when I was about 3 or 4. I did see my dad throughout my childhood, initially every weekend and from my mid/late teens it fizzled out over several years. I haven't seen him since Christmas, my choice. Although I did see him, he wasn't a dad in the true sense of the term. He was emotionally and physically absent.
It's not something I talk about much, and lots of my friends don't even know. I feel ashamed. It also hurts a lot, more than I'd like to admit to most people, and I don't tell people for fear of them taking it lightly, in case they don't understand. I also don't tell people because I don't want them to pity me, to look down on me. To think "poor photoframe, that's a touchy subject, I mustn't mention that to her. That must have been so difficult for her". It has been difficult, but not in a way that means I'm fragile and flawed. It's like when people use the term "broken family" like there's something fundamentally wrong with families like that, and consequently with those who have come from such a family.
I do want to talk about it, but with the right people. People who will treat me compassionately and supportively and actually listen to me and not just slot me in the "fatherless" box and all the stereotypes that come with that. I do feel ashamed, and I don't know how to get over it. There's a post about how father's day can be difficult that I'd like to share on facebook, but I'm scared of people seeing it and thinking that I'm lesser somehow. It's just hard.