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  • Paperback: 256 pages
  • Publisher: Harmony; 1ST edition (March 4, 2008)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0307381382
  • ISBN-13: 978-0307381385
  • Product Dimensions: 0.6 x 5.9 x 7.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 6.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (8 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,980,221 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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BRETT BERK, M.S., Ed., worked as a classroom teacher and a preschool director, and now acts as a research consultant to some of the world’s biggest producers of kids’ media, toys, and consumer products. He and his partner of eighteen years divide their time between New York City and a house in upstate New York.

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1

Sinking the Stockholm Syndrome

Going Out

Our friend Angela smirked guiltily as the waiter gave the cocktail shaker a final tremor. "I haven't done this in ages," she said.

Tal squinted in disbelief. "Had a martini?"

I squinted too. "Thought about your second martini before starting your first?"

"No." Angela picked up her glass with both hands. For someone who'd once been nicknamed Guzzles, she looked out of practice. "Gone out on the town."

"You call this 'on the town'?" Tal gestured at our surroundings. We were in a brand-new, brightly lit, sports bar/pool hall in a former warehouse in the middle of Helena--which, though it seemed to have only slightly more residents than our apartment building, is apparently the state capital of Montana.

Angela shrugged. "It's as close as they come around here."

"So then, this is your regular place? You come here and work the felts? Knock around the old stripes and solids?" Tal had had a pool table growing up, and in the rare circumstance in which we found ourselves around one, he took pleasure in tossing some lingo around.

"Sure. I've been here before. Of course. Though it's been a little while." Angela took another, slightly less cautious sip. "To be perfectly honest . . . it's been a long while." She nodded. "It's actually my first time here since Seymour was born." She sighed. "Truth be told, I guess it's the first time I've gone out at night at all."

My jaw tried to drop, but I held it shut. Seymour was Angela's son--her nearly three-year-old son--the one successful product of her failed relationship with a failed musician, a drummer named Lawrence, who had pretty much abandoned her when she'd discovered she was pregnant. She had subsequently left Brooklyn and moved here, back home, to the allegedly warm embrace of her family. But while her parents assisted her financially--paying for Seymour's day care, and allowing her to work a low-paying job teaching English to female juvenile offenders--the limits of their support ended there.

I glanced at Tal. "I guess we sort of suspected as much."

Angela set her shoulders. "What do you mean?"

"Well, that twenty-minute monologue you delivered while we were waiting for our drinks? It was an annotated history of Seymour's recent bowel movements."

Ever the polite one, Tal perked up. "Not that it wasn't interesting. Really. I never knew that thing about the protective enzyme around corn kernels that keeps them from being processed by our digestive system."

"It would have been more interesting," I said, "if we weren't eating corn salsa."

Angela sighed. "Okay. I know. I should get out more. But it's so hard to motivate. I don't have any real friends here. I'm not dating--unless you count Lawrence dropping by for sex once a year when his band is in town. Plus, I miss Seymour during the days when I'm at work, and he's only up for a few hours once I get home. I want to spend it with him. I don't want to miss anything."

I nodded. "Fair enough."

"You don't mean that."

"You're right. What I meant to say was, you sound like you're suffering from a classic case of the Stockholm syndrome."

"How's that?"

"You know. When you fall in love with your captor . . ."

"I know what it is. But he's not my captor. He's my son. It's my job to take care of him--all the time. Plus he's just so cute . . ." She got a doelike look in her eyes. "I don't want to leave him, even for a second, especially at night, when he's so tired and sweet. We've developed our little evening routine, where I give him his dinner and his bath, and we talk about our days. Then we get into bed and I read to him and we snuggle. I curl up around him like he's a little stuffed animal, and . . ."

I cleared my throat, trying to break the spell of their insularity. I had seen this situation many times before: parents' unwillingness, or inability, to take time for themselves--to have a real adult life in addition to their role as a mom or dad. It came up in all kinds of families, from all manner of backgrounds, but it seemed to be more troubling for parents who felt isolated--physically, personally, emotionally--regardless of whether they were in a relationship or going it alone. Feeling stranded, their child becomes more central than they should, creating the potential for problems all around.

I moved my glass aside. "We need to revise your routine, before you become one of those bitter prairie spinsters--Willa Catheterized. Or worse, embarrass Seymour when he's a teenager by trying to accompany him to his prom. You need some You Time."

Angela hemmed and hawed, coming up with excuses as to why she couldn't develop a social life. And though we tried rebutting her, she was tenacious.

"He's too young," she claimed.

"He's almost three. If this were the 1890s, or Malaysia, he'd have a full-time job by now."

"I have no sitters."

"Have you even looked? You can't be the only person in Helena with a kid. There are referral services, online postings, high-school bulletin boards. Or what about one of the young ladies you work with?"

"They're all criminals."

"Well, some of them are also mothers, right? Plus, isn't it part of your job to rehabilitate them?"

Angela looked down at the table. "Um . . . There's one other thing." She lowered her voice. "I'm sort of still breast-feeding . . . ?"

I clapped my hands together. "Now, we're getting somewhere." When pushed as to why a parent can't separate, I've found that this dirty little secret often emerges. And as with most other practices about which we're embarrassed or defensive--watching soap operas, driving an SUV, obsessively checking our BlackBerrys--everyone has their own set of rationalizations as to why they can't stop. One of our friends claimed, without an iota of proof, that continuing to breast-feed gave her four-year-old son "social confidence." Another used the circular argument that she couldn't stop because her boobs got sore if she didn't let her three-and-a-half-year-old daughter nurse. Another said she let her five-year-old suckle only on special occasions, like at night--every night. Yet another said she was planning to stop but was waiting for her son to let on that he was ready. He could type at this point; I suggested he send her an e-mail.

I laid out my theories on breast-feeding for Angela, hoping she wouldn't go all La Leche League on me, but instead of agreeing or debating, her doelike gaze returned. "I just like the way he looks at me when he's nursing," she said. "It's like we're in love."

I tightened the cords in my neck. "Thanks for the honesty. But I think it's best if we all pretend you didn't just say that. The two of you will have to work that out later. In therapy." I folded my hands. "So, any other excuses why you can't leave the house?"

Angela thought for a moment. "Where would I go?"

"I don't know." Tal shrugged. "Out? Here?"

"Here? Why?"

"For fun?"

"You call this fun?" Angela sighed. "Anyway, who would I have this said fun with? Who would even want to have fun with me? I'm a thirty-six-year-old underemployed single mother. I'm overweight. I'm financially dependent on my family. And I apparently have nothing to talk about but the quality of my son's shit."

"If that's going to be your personal ad," Tal said, "I think we should probably do some revising."

Angela smiled but then squinted, almost looking like she was going to cry. "Do you ever get the feeling that you're playing a part--that you're acting out a role that's not the real you? I'm not sure if that's exactly what I'm feeling," she said. "But I left New York so suddenly, and I've been doing this mom thing so vehemently, that I'm not certain who the real me is anymore. I know that I miss some parts of what my life used to be like. I miss playing the guitar at 2 a.m. after sex. I miss sex. I miss the guitar. The last time I even picked mine up was to pluck out a song from the Finding Nemo sound track. Try to tell me that's not enough to make me afraid to ever leave the house again."

Before she left Brooklyn, Angela had a great job teaching acting at an after-school program in the South Bronx, and a huge circle of super-funsy friends. But her true joy was performing in a lauded Heart cover band: Heart Attack. She had a tight wiry body, which she would throw around the stage with abandon, wailing and trilling, and the audience loved her because she was so obviously into what she did and not just one of those ironic hipsters for whom everything is an inside joke. She got a lot of play.

I could definitely see how she would miss her old life--especially since her decision to have a kid had not been something she'd planned but rather a scrambling reaction to an accident (read: mistake). But more than simply longing for her carefree past, her confession seemed to reflect two much more profound issues: (1) she was feeling bad about herself, and (2) she didn't have an outlet for these feelings.

Just so you know, many, if not most, parents feel this way at some point. As a teacher, as a preschool director, even as the moderator of focus groups about kids' snack foods, I've had scores of parents tearfully confess their feelings of isolation to me for the simple reason that they feel they have no other audience. Parenthood can be a decidedly lonely place. People feel stuck inside their bubble, with no means, energy, or "justifiable" reason to escape. They feel as though t...

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22 of 24 people found the following review helpful By LJD on March 21, 2008
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As the mother of two young children, i found brett berk's book to be an invaluable resource and an incredibly entertaining read. the advice in the book is clear, helpful, and extremely perceptive. berk has a tolerant, loving, but structured approach that calls out parents for the "bubble" that allows perfectly normal, decent people to lose all sense of self when they procreate (we've all been there! every parent, no matter how enlightened, will recognize him or herself, cringe, then laugh). berk gives specific, detailed, techniques to combat all kinds of parenting traps, and i found his advice not only more entertaining, but also consistently wiser and more useful than most books out there. on top of it all, berk is truly hilarious--the book reads like a memoir about his crazy family, long-suffering friends, and the many realistic, charming, challenging children in his life. i found the above review about how people without kids shouldn't write about how to raise kids patently absurd. just because you can pop them out, by no means do you have the "instinct" to raise them right--you may have the instinct to love them, but take my advice, read berk's book and do yourself, your friends, and especially your children, a BIG favor!
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13 of 14 people found the following review helpful By M. Neilson on April 21, 2008
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This is probably the best parenting book I've read. It's balanced, funny and, for me, serves as a good outside perspective in those moments where I'm about to pull my hair out or go down the dark tunnel of neurotic parenting. I found it helpful to hear from someone who has successfully worked hands-on with so many different children in a preschool. Somehow it felt more practical, less philosophical, and more grounded in reality than some of the books I've read that were written by doctors or parents of just one or two kids. Given that I'm doing this parenting thing for the first time and my two young girls are different from each other (Not much that worked with the first works with the second. I'm, thus, doing everything for the first time.) I found his experience very helpful. If you don't have time for the whole book, you could read just the little boxes on many of the pages and get the gist of the most important stuff.
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10 of 11 people found the following review helpful By Donna Barnett on May 28, 2008
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AS A MOTHER OF FOUR AND NOW A GRANDMOTHER, I MUST SAY, IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO LEARN SOMETHING NEW. THE "GAY UNCLE'S" BOOK HAS SOME WONDERFUL TIPS ON PARENTING THAT EVERYONE CAN USE, MOTHERS, FATHERS, GRANDPARENTS, TEACHERS, AND, YES, EVEN "GAY UNCLES"...THE ONLY THING THAT UPSETS ME, IS THAT THEY DIDN'T HAVE A BOOK LIKE THIS WHEN I WAS RAISING MY CHILDREN. THE ONLY THING WE HAD AVAILABLE AT THE TIME WAS DR. SPOCK, AND THAT ENDED UP IN THE TRASH.
CUDO'S MR. BERK. GREAT BOOK.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By geekymoms on June 1, 2009
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This is useful and entertaining -- a change from most other parenting books. It's short, aimed at the major issues faced by parents of toddlers and preschoolers: e.g. eating, discipline, tantrums, adjusting to school/daycare, and getting "grownup time" to yourself.

Berk's suggestions are based on developmental psychology, experience as a day-care teacher, and an obviously deep respect, wonder, and love for kids. In addition, he challenges the parenting industry's tendency to make parents feel afraid, incompetent, and guilty.

Much of the book is (admittedly embroidered) anecdotes of common ineffective parenting strategies. These are hilarious, and reading them makes you feel more confident immediately, if only through schadenfreude. Then, like any good preschool teacher, Berk models "correct" (effective and age-appropriate) parenting behavior.

In case you were wondering, there really is no gay angle. He just happens to be gay and an uncle and as he says, straight Americans have ceded their authority in entertainment, interior design, and hair styling to gay men, so why not add childcare to the list?

Seriously, it is a marvelous book and I will be referring to it throughout my son's young childhood.
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