Letting Go

I’m thankful to all the teachers I’ve had, and continue to have, in my life. They come in all kinds of forms. Having worked a lot with youth via Scouts, Big Brothers, and through various types of parenting, I’ve learned that children are sometimes my best teachers. It’s one of the reasons I enjoy working with preteens and teens. I learn so much from their viewpoints. I’ve learned many important lessons over the years, but I think the most valuable lesson came from my first adopted child. Through him I learned the incredible value of letting go.

As a Zen monk, I’m a little embarrassed to admit I hadn’t learned this lesson earlier. One of the most important teachings of the Buddha was that attachment/desire is the cause of all suffering. I had previously looked at it much more superficially, i.e, attachment to things causes suffering—always wanting more, not being satisfied with what you have, etc.

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But one of the most painful periods of my life taught me the deeper meaning of attachment.

I had gone through a lot of change and acceptance before I adopted my first child, Chad (not his real name). In the mid-90s, I went back into the closet when I joined a religion that assured me God would cure me of my “same-sex attraction.” I was in an emotionally fragile state having just survived a serious suicide attempt which left me more open to this church’s message.

I bought their message and moved forward believing that I would become straight. And I wanted that badly. To that end I ended up marrying a woman who had children from a previous marriage. We had a solid marriage. We were best friends as well as husband and wife. My stepchildren and I had a great relationship. Things didn’t work so well between me and my wife in the sex department, though. I wasn’t that interested (duh!) as often as she would’ve liked, and that brushed up against some of her self-esteem issues. It was a very bad formula.

Later I would be diagnosed with cancer. In doing the various lab tests, they discovered my testosterone was in the basement. They put me on HRT, and the “cure” rapidly disappeared. By this time I had already left the church, but I now wrestled with my reawakened sexuality. A year later (thanks to Queer as Folk) I would finally decide I didn’t have a disease that needed to be cured. I was just wired differently than most guys.

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I came back out of the closet, and we moved forward. When we finally accepted that remaining married wasn’t in either of our best interest, we divorced. Although, we continued to live together as a family for a year after our divorce.

The next year I left to begin my chaplain training in Texas. It was during this time that I decided to take my health more seriously. I began exercising regularly, lost a ton of weight, and totally changed my life. I had come further in once again accepting my gayness, as well.

Still, those transformations had not entirely taught me my lesson.

Due to circumstances of Chad’s past and mental illness, puberty turned my loving, charismatic, challenging child into a sociopathic & violent preteen. To get him the help he needed, I agreed to give up temporary custody to the county so that he could get the intensive help he required.

This was a tough decision for many reasons. What I didn’t expect, however, was the retraumatization that this act would ignite for me. Being involved on this side of a system that I had been supporting and a big part of for many years returned me to my time as a foster child. The System repeatedly failed me as a kid, and my life was completely out of my control. Caseworkers and men in black robes made the decisions about where I would live and for how long. I was subjected to more abuse while the System ignored me. I had no say and no power.

As it happened, our first caseworker turned out to be horrendous (months later she left the department to pursue an advanced degree in accounting). I was treated like a criminal. I had to get a court order to even get her to answer emails or voicemails. I was given supervised visits, and our phone calls were monitored. The person supervising our visits never understood why this was being done. “Talon is the only one who can calm him down!”

I did my best at fighting. The claws came out, friends and professionals rallied behind me, and I sat alone at the table on the defendant’s side of the courtroom as I wrestled the System to do what was right for me and my child. I had always been Chad’s strongest advocate. I once took on the entire school district to protect his rights. I fought to get him help.

I wasn’t going down without a fight.

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My life was swallowed up with fighting this woman and her cohorts while trying to ensure Chad received all the services he possibly could and trying to prevent them driving a bigger wedge between me and my son. He was approaching his teens, and I knew if we didn’t crack this shell he was doomed. I refused to be yet one more adult who had failed him.

During this time I spiraled into a deep, scary depression. Soon I was also battling another county as I fought for permission to finalize Tigger’s adoption. They were worried about Chad potentially being returned home in a similar state as when he left, which was understandable. Then I found myself actively fighting against suicidal thoughts. My worried friends kept in close contact with me. Any period of abnormal silence was immediately challenged. I went back on meds and back into therapy.  The only thing that held my head above water was Tigger. I couldn’t leave him fatherless.

As the battle continued, I found myself on the phone with the caseworker yet again. They had found a new way of interfering with my visitation and decision making. But something changed in me this time.

For reasons I still don’t know, I had a paradigm shift. During that phone call I remember making a conscious decision to not fight. I decided that letting go was the best idea. Instead of fighting tooth, nail, and claw, I would allow things to unfold without my interference. I decided that perhaps I was my own biggest obstacle to my happiness. It was time for me to step out of the way. I could advocate without losing myself in the process.

So, I simply let go.

In that instant I changed my destructive thought of “They’re taking away my control!” and transformed it to “They’re doing me a favor. The less I have to be involved in this particular situation, the more peace I’ll have. It’s almost like they’re giving me a break.”

And the immense weight disappeared.

I still advocated and stood up for what I believed to be right, but I stopped viewing them as a malignant entity. I stopped myself from feeling the victim: “Once again in my life they’ve taken control from me!”

I found joy!

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In the process they stopped treating me like the enemy, and we began working together. After a couple of years, it became apparent that the next biggest test of letting go was coming, and I had to make the decision to relinquish my rights. Chad wasn’t going to get the full level of help he needed as long as I was in the picture, and Tigger and me were being held hostage by him. To me the decision was clear. I could’ve seen myself as abandoning Chad, as some had suggested, but I had a decision to make. One that was best for my entire family and every individual in it. It would be incredibly painful, but it was what everyone needed, including my eldest.

There have been many times since where I’ve had the option of being my own worst obstacle or stepping back and letting things simply unfold. When I’ve chosen to let go, the ride has been a lot less bumpy, and the end result was far better than I could’ve anticipated. Sometimes there’s a time to fight, but it’s important to know when we’re more of a hindrance than an aid to our own peace, success, and/or happiness.

Sometimes letting go is the hardest decision we can come to, but in the end I’m much happier. I wouldn’t want to repeat the circumstances that revealed this most valuable lesson to me, but I also wouldn’t go back and change it because it revealed to me the key to sustained happiness. And that’s a treasure that was worth the pain.

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  1. I think letting go may be the single hardest life lesson to learn. And letting go of relationships? Exceedingly difficult. The peace that comes with finally doing it is not something easily articulated but you once again nail the message. Mad love Talon. Cheers!

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    • Thanks, Val. Yes, relationships are so much harder. And sometimes the most liberating in the end.

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      • Oh so true. I’ve done the walking-away-after-25-years thing. Liberating doesn’t even begin to cover it! 😉

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  2. You have an amazingly brave, moving and inspiring story, it takes courage to share such a painful, and personal decision. I applaud your courage, thank you for sharing and providing reasons to reassess some much easier decisions we’ve all probably made, putting them into context.

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  3. Is there anything life hasn’t thrown at you Talon? Really thought provoking post, and judging by your life now (that I obviously only know through your blogs) you most definately made the right decision……apart from letting Tigger continue to were that bloody balaclava! 😉

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    • I’ve definitely had my share of experiences. 😉

      I definitely wouldn’t mind if he lost that thing. lol

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  4. Letting go is sometime the hardest thing we as humans can do. We feel we did not try hard enough or it is something we did when ultimately it may not be.
    I hope you are finding peace in wherever your journey continues to take you.

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    • Thanks, Michele. I have peace because I made sure I did everything absolutely possible to avoid making that decision. Thankfully, I don’t have second thoughts.

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  5. Thank you for continually sharing your struggles and your awakenings in such an honest manner. You are an incredible human being who always seems to write a beautiful piece that speaks to my soul, just when I need it most. Thank you.

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  6. Exquisite timing and thank you for sharing this. Every once in awhile over the last week or so this part of your story would pop into my head and I’ve been wondering how you’ve been in regard to the situation. And, wouldn’t you know, the “letting go” is something with which I am currently dealing, as I begin the process with(out) a family member ;~). Life rocks, usually.

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    • Glad it came at a good time for you! I’ve done well. His behaviors and choices have continued to confirm my decision was correct. And the lesson in letting go has obviously been a great one for me.

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  7. Letting go is difficult – no matter what the situation, whether it be as a parent, a sibling, a spouse, yourself… the list goes on. About 1 1/2 years ago I made the decision to let go of a couple of members of my family and it was very difficult, something that did not come easy and something I knew would be misunderstood and attacked from the other side. But… when it came right down to it, I knew I had to walk away because the weight of carrying around that emotional baggage for SO many years was exhausting and dragging me down. And I had to believe in my heart that it was best for the other side as well – even though they would place blame.

    So, while I can’t understand what you went through as a parent and those difficult decisions, I can empathize with the process and I applaud your courage.

    You know I “heart” you!

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    • Letting go of people can be so tough. Sometimes you definitely have to decide on your own happiness and peace above a relationship or something else. The more I’ve practiced stepping out of the way of things and letting them unfold the happier and less stressed I am.

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  8. I am crying now, you are so brave that must have been an incredible difficult decision and here I am worrying about the little issues in life … I feel ashamed. Very touching post.

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    • Thank you. It was definitely one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make. However, since then I have seen several confirmations I did the right thing which helps.

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  9. I want to crawl into the computer and give you a super hug. Thanks for sharing your story, I am sure it will help a lot of people to read it. You are so brave, both in your decisions and in sharing them.

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  10. Oh, Talon. I cry because I know what it’s like to feel so trapped and the pain it causes. I know how hard it is to finally say, “Fine. Do it your way”. In the end you’re right, it let’s you move on. I’m sure you have times when you re-visit what happened and the pain creeps back. You did a brave thing. Now you are a stronger parent for Tigger! Love and peace to you!

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    • One of the reasons I held on so long was I wanted to be able to say I did absolutely everything I could. I definitely know that to be true, so thankfully I don’t really have any second guessing. Although things could’ve been a bit easier for myself if I had learned to let go earlier. Would’ve spared me some additional pain with fighting the caseworker and lawyer so hard.

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  11. I can totally relate to being in my own way. Definitely until I was at least 35! I know that once you “get it” it becomes a little easier each time you are up against something. Hopefully that’s the case for you. 🙂

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    • It definitely is. Just like with anything else, the more practice you get at it the more natural it becomes.

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