03 Oct 2011
“Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.” ~Erma Bombeck
guilt /gɪlt/ noun
- the fact or state of having committed an offense, crime, violation, or wrong, especially against moral or penal law; culpability: He admitted his guilt.
- a feeling of responsibility or remorse for some offense, crime, wrong, etc., whether real or imagined.
- conduct involving the commission of such crimes, wrongs, etc.: to live a life of guilt.
I feel guilty.
- I feel guilty because I have not looked for an outside placement for Pearlsky.
- I feel guilty because I feel guilty that I have not looked for an outside placement for Pearlsky.
- I feel guilty because Pearlsky and I sit in silence most of the time when we are watching television or just hanging out.
- I feel guilty because I met a young woman with the same exact birthday as Pearlsky, year and all, and she was normal, and afterwards when I was alone, I cried. Bitch.
- I feel guilty because I called a young woman a bitch just because she was normal. No, not to her face. To my tears.
- I feel guilty because my next daughter will be named Isabella. And she will be normal. So sayeth a soothsayer.
- I feel guilty because the mailman sees Pearlsky more than her mother does. And her mother lives three miles away. And the mail is delivered when Pearlsky is in school.
- I feel guilty because there is not a single thing that I could not do better for Pearlsky. I could feed her more diverse foods. I could talk to her more. I could buy her more clothes. I could do more therapies at home with her. I could do everything better. Couldn’t love her more though. Go figure.
- I feel guilty because I did not do tchuva with my dad the year he died. No, I won’t share.
- I feel guilty because I probably picked the one and only woman that I ever met who is a carrier, as I am, for the amino acid deficiency that did this to my kids, to procreate with. Good job, SD.
- I feel guilty because I’ve never taken Pearlsky to an amusement park. What kind of a father is that?
- I feel guilty because sometimes I wish Pearlsky and David were never born.
- I feel guilty because sometimes I wish Pearlsky and David were dead.
- I feel guilty because sometimes I wish I were.
- I feel guilty because David does not know me.
- I feel guilty because I understand filicide – suicide. I so get it.
- I feel guilty because sometimes I just want someone to f-k my lights out and tell me she loves me.
- I feel guilty because I always put Pearlsky first.
- I feel guilty because I want Isabella. (see number 6)
- I feel guilty because I may be the end of the line. If I have no children that will procreate, I am a genetic end. Probably a good thing.
- I feel guilty because of my responsibilities to Pearlsky take time away from my mother, my work, my friends, and SD’s harem.
- I feel guilty because Pearlsky had a breakthrough seizure the other day. It was my fault. The third time. In nineteen years. I suck.
- I feel guilty because I am not capable of having David live with me as well. I have failed him.
- I feel guilty because this list is easy to come up with. What’s that say about me?
- I feel guilty because I’ve protected my family from some of the worst stuff about Pearlsky. Does my mother have the right to know the depths of hell that we went through at times?
- I feel guilty because every word of this blog is true, and always has been.
- I feel guilty because I have more appropriate fun with a particular normal seven-year-old girl than I ever have with Pearlsky.
- I feel guilty because I am writing this.
- I feel guilty because someone pissed me off enough today for me to put my foot down.
- I feel guilty because I cannot ask Pearlsky if she forgives my shortcomings.
- I feel guilty because I strive to do and be the best that I can. I am 52, and still striving. Shouldn’t I be there already?
Guilt is emotional, not logical. Don’t go there in the comments. Now I feel guilty for saying that.
32. I feel guilty for feeling most of the same things that you have written here in some variation, and I am only 2 and half years or so into this thing…and I wonder, how in the name of Hell am I gonna make it to 52 alive?
Guilt sucks.
Didn’t you say you were Jewish? Because that might account for the guilt (said from a guilty Catholic).
I don’t have any comforting words of wisdom and my dogged sense of humor balks at all of this guilt, but the words that come to mind are these: Fuck it all to hell.
There.
Now I actually do feel guilty.
Catholics own the guilt. Jews only rent it.
Might as well lay it all out there. Confession may or may not be good for the soul but it certainly is unburdening. At least until the next time.
No matter how much we do it is never enough and never will be. It’s the nature of the guilt beast.
RE # 24: I feel guilty because this list is easy to come up with. What’s that say about me?
You’re Jewish! ’nuff said.
And Eminence Gris – Jews were around before Catholics – we’re the original guilty people. Can’t beat the original.
Hugs. Lots of hugs.
I’m sure this is all due to your sister’s radio. Seriously, to quote Ken, “guilt sucks.”. It’s hard to pull out of.
Kevin
Define “soothsayer”, please.
Deciding on what your mom needs to know is not based on a ‘right’. Protecting your mom need not be guilt-producing, but what do I know?
In order for the soothsayer to be correct, you may need to find a resolution for your excessive guilt. Not very attractive. I think.
Barbara–first of all, if guilt was unattractive, recovering Catholics like me would never get laid, let alone the practicing ones. Second of all, SD is, empirically, hot. Third of all, you don’t actually have to find love or even lust to add a child to your family–that’s maybe the simplest way but not the only one.
Maybe feeling guilty is in some way a good thing? Because if we no longer felt guilty then maybe we no longer cared?
@Mary Dell: AMEN and DITTO! Cheers, recovering Catholic friend.
Sorry I don’t have anything to add, except to try to give you a pat on the back via my laptop screen.
Now I feel guilty because I have no words of wisdom to offer. I can say that you are awesome at what you do and shouldn’t feel guilty for anything. I know…easier said than done.
And I feel guilty because I have nothing witty or comforting to say. It does strike me as amazing, though, how smart, funny, witty and sympathetic your followers are. I love the company you attract.
SD, guilt over your own actions/inactions is understandable, but please don’t take on the guilt for other people’s decisions. That planet you’re pushing uphill is big enough.
I realized I feel guilty that I complain so much about all the things that I do not have with Bennett, when there are so many people that have so much less with their kids, but then I hate myself for feeling that way because I don’t have a lot compared to many? And then again, even so-called normal kids can have shit childhoods, so there’s that, too.
This post has been on my mind for DAYS.
Hang in there, my friend. I don’t have any wisdom for you. Guilt sucks.
All I know is, God forgives.
Thank heaven. I’ve got a list of guilts too. Keep breathing. Maybe, someday, we can forgive ourselves.
And by the way? You’re a fabulous father, a tireless advocate, and a trustworthy man.
Yes, you fall short of the ideal. But you keep striving. The fact that you’re still striving at 52…good for you, SD. Three gigantic fucking cheers, because it means you haven’t given up.
No matter what struggles a person has, they get two choices: strive or quit. There’s no such thing as making it. Once you’ve mastered one thing, there’s five new challenges on your plate. You can tie your shoes now? Great, tackle long division, hormones and world hunger.
So three cheers for you, SD! Don’t be afraid to reach out when you need more. We’re always here. We’re always on your side. And it’s easy for us to see what an amazing father and friend you are. So, every once in a while, let us remind you.
I feel guilty for having a loving family, a wonderful husband, two healthy children and still being depressed. It’s nothing I can change. If God only gives us what we can handle, then what does it say about me that I struggle with a good life? Everyday, I try to see something good in the world and wait patiently for the end. There is nothing more to do.
I am there too…thought all that you have…mine is 44…
hang in there…that’s all I can say
Praise God for Jesus. We are washed in His blood, forgiven of our sins. When a Christian – no matter what denomination feels guilty, s/he is to bring that guilt to the foot of the cross, for "we work out our salvation in fear and trembling". "For my yoke is easy and my burden is light", Jesus. Yes, because of the above. May you find this "peace, that passes all understanding."