I’m not sure what planet you were on when you found this “online community with an indescribable outpouring of support”, but I can tell you that in my own experience I spent years searching not just for information but also for anything even resembling a way to get actual results in moving forward to re-uniting with my children.
What I found was tacky storefront-looking websites that were obvious fronts for law firms which sponsored them, others of a more sinister nature which demanded extensive personal information and seemed likely to be gathering data on alienated fathers to use against us, and of course the ubiquitous “men’s rights” venues with their continual denunciations of feminism and endless references to “cultural Marxism” being to blame for everything and their predictable and deeply depressing echo-chamber comment sections.
I had never been looking for anyone to explain to me what went wrong with “society” but I sure found plenty of offerings to that effect. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that my kids need their dad and that “statistics show” bad things that might happen to them from not having one. I never saw what benefit there was to children or parents either one, to hang the entire affair on feminism and go on to explain that Gloria Steinem and Anita Sarkeesian were doing this to my kids.
But “support”? In my view of reality, to offer support is to suggest or guide or implement toward the means of getting RESULTS. Emotional support in the online world is as cheap and meaningless and effortless to offer as any other kind of outburst, and the one thing they all have in common, is that they are absolutely useless in the getting of results. Telling me I am not alone is neither aid nor comfort; telling me all I have to do is contact Dewey, Cheatham and Howe Attorneys at Law (Paypal accepted) is nothing but a sleazy hustle; while reassuring me that someone else is surely to blame for what has gone wrong in my own life is the furthest thing from genuine compassion I have ever encountered.
It was precisely my inability to find anything even resembling a set of guidelines toward actual reunion, and the infinite varieties of propaganda and advertising geared exactly to distract me away from that goal, which led me finally to believe that accepting my lot as a discarded parent (as evil a thing to accept as this is) would be ultimately the only way to retain my sanity and move forward with what remains of my own life.
I had envisioned (naively, as it turns out) that there simply must be some type of outfit “out there” providing the specific service of implementing reunifications between alienated parents and our children; that through a combination of the skill sets of private investigators, attorneys, mediators and negotiators (among other things) somehow such a thing must certainly have been set in motion by now, what with all the dads on the planet who have had no contact with their children in years. Along that path I came to find out what the phrase “cue crickets” really means…..
Instead I got told I needed to get a lawyer (I’ve had multiple ones and they all betrayed me), that kids need their dads (duh), that if I’d just fill out this lengthy questionnaire amounting to a self-doxing for people I’ll never meet they will put me on an email list (I was not born yesterday so no thanks), and most irritatingly of all, that if it were not for this “cultural Marxism” and some alleged “Frankfurt School” none of this would ever have happened.
Oh, and that mothers who do this thing have something wrong with them.
Golly, breaking news, that.
