Larry Carlat

1 week ago | psychologytoday.com | Larry Carlat |Abigail Fagan

I was always a good finder. No matter who or what it was, I could find pretty much anything I was looking for. But my older son, Rob, was better at hiding. He kept all kinds of things hidden from me for all kinds of reasons. It didn’t make me love him any less. In fact, it may have been why I loved him more, as I knew the secret behind his instinctive ability to conceal. It was simply this: Rob was lost. He was lost before we lost him forever. He thought he was able to hide it, especially from me.

2 weeks ago | psychologytoday.com | Larry Carlat |Devon Frye

On a sweltering summer day many years ago, my ex-wife Caryn and I took the kids to Sesame Place, a water theme park outside of Philadelphia. I remember going on a Big Bird water slide with my younger son Zach, who was still in diapers, and we had to wait in a long, snaking line as we made our way to the top of the slide. We were both super excited when we finally got there, and Zach was squeezing my hand tight.