My dad did something today which he's done for years and which I find hurtful. It broke my heart in my teens (OK, I could have been being an over-sensitive drip), and I know it's left a mark, because my self-esteem has been looow for as long as I can remember.
A friend recently asked me for advice about something. I didn't know much about it, so put her on to my dad, who does. He responded swiftly and comprehensively, with lots of help, and today - having been in touch with my friend - told me how much of a lovely, delightful, intelligent young lady she is, and how EXTREMELY artistically talented she is (she is an artist - fair enough!). He was ebullient. He's still going on about her this evening (not in an obsessive, pervy way BTW - just an enchanted, charming kind of way). I love my friend to bits too, and she is all these things. What I get upset about is that Dad has never - never - said anything remotely like this to/about me. I'm artistic too (said friend and I met studying arty stuff together), I'm musical, I did brilliantly academically, I helped care for my poorly sister loads throughout my childhood, I had "nice kids" as friends and never went off the rails (apart from the usual teenage back-chat). But nothing from Dad; not a peep.
(I'm mindful that, to some, I may be sounding like a jealous brat, but I'll stick my neck out and persevere for a bit longer ...)
I have lots of memories of Dad raving about different family friends' daughters and sons, and about my friends - X is such a lovely person, Y is so talented, Z's artwork is amazing (and asking her to bring it over for him to pore over), and isn't so-and-so such a wonderful/polite/charming/beautiful young man/woman? Sigh.
I desperately wish he could have felt compelled to say something like this about me over the years, but he never has. Other people have - teachers, friends, etc - but somehow, their boosts don't sink in deeply enough; I feel that I really needed Dad to rate me to develop my own core of self-esteem, and he never has. He's criticised me a fair bit though; managed to take apart assignments I was given brilliant marks for, business and career ideas, etc.
Oh, I don't know. I love my dad to bits - he's fun, charming, a superb grandad (and gushing about DS). I just feel like he's never really thought much of me and, in turn, I've never really thought much of myself. And this has had significant repurcussions in my adult life.
This evening, I've been wondering about braving this subject with Dad, since it's reared its head again. Is it worth it, do you think, or do I just need to get on with life as a grown-up and get over myself?
Thanks for lasting this long!