Reams of data exist that highlight the range of effects a can have on his daughters. They’re likely to struggle with trust issues. Their confidence might flag.
They may wrestle with feelings of abandonment, low self-esteem, and rejection, or develop aggressive or otherwise antisocial behaviors, or ; they may become depressed, detached, or anxious. Fathers shape their daughters’ —the foundation and maintenance of meaningful relationships, with family, with friends, with romantic partners, with communities—and . Angela Patton and Natalie Rae’s , the Festival Favorite and Audience Choice: U.
S. Documentary Competition winner at this year’s —now available to watch on Netflix—side steps statistical analysis and instead . I have two daughters myself.
For their privacy’s sake, I’ll refer to them by their nicknames: Brontosaurus, my eldest, and Elephant, my youngest. I love them more than anything I’ve loved in my forty years on this Earth. On behalf of that, I intentionally avoided in my remote coverage of Sundance, knowing full well a movie with that title, focused on the subject of barriers forced between young girls and their incarcerated dads, would likely break me in two; the idea of being separated from my girls is the stuff of my nightmares, as unlikely as it is that we’ll ever separated.
(Sending them off to summer camp and, soon, back to school is hard enough.) I am not a statistic. Brownie and Elephant aren’t, either.
All the same, my reality didn�.