So I was reading and I was enjoying what I was reading and then my mind just started to ruminate on 'all the things I never say to my dad that are a continuing ongoing issue in our relationship (tm)'
Mostly his excessive concern again when I went to the concert. I made it worse I think by responding to his texts more times than I planned to while travelling. I was bored and he was responding but I have to desensitise him and that means essentially parenting him in reverse (super healthy lol, but I guess unfortunately a lot of kids have to do this with their parents.)
Here's the thing right he has expressed a couple of times lately that he worries that he was overprotective of me and my brother when we were growing up so it's obviously on his mind. I don't remember this particularly though with maybe a couple of exceptions as a teenager. I didn't exactly give him many reasons to act in that way though. I didn't drink/do drugs/date anyone during that time. One time he got mad/really concerned because I closed some web pages I was looking at when he came in the room and he was really suspicious of what I was doing when I did that and I refused to show him. READING GAY PORN DAD. (No I really was. I often was lol.) Doubt he would have approved lol.
Then I moved away to uni. He did try to dissuade me from doing that one time when he was drinking because he wanted me to stay local by suggesting that my ability to draw wasn't good which was really only tangentially related to what I was studying tbh and he wasn't wrong about that. This is another of those examples but I didn't see that as protective of course, so much as controlling/wanting me around for his own benefit.
So to go back to the reverse parenting thing the reason it's been particularly annoying is during that period I did stuff all the time and sometimes I'd text my parents and tell them things but I wasn't in contact with them as often and I don't remember ever being requested to update them on things. There was one point where I went to a concert in Birmingham and stayed in a hotel overnight. Maybe I've just forgotten but I'm pretty sure he didn't ask me to text him anything about it. So it's annoying to now be doing it even in early 30s when in early adulthood I mostly skipped past it.
Then later after uni he got concerned about me going to concerts in London. Eventually he calmed down a bit about that the last several times I've been I don't think I texted him at all or that he asked me to do that. But he's intermittently worried about things. Now this is new so if I do stuff like this more often maybe it will be easier.
He is affecting my ability to do stuff negatively though. And I'm going to have to bring at least this much up with him at some point. Like I would definitely be more impulsive than I am, if I wasn't thinking about his feelings.
So when I got to the venue he texted this:
And I stopped reading after 'little girl' and tried to suppress the instant feeling of... It's difficult to describe but absolutely horrible. Like I want to crawl out of my skin. Let's just round it down to gender dysphoria but there's lots of things packaged together. Reading it again now he said 'in my head' which I guess makes it better. I was thinking about that text again while I was trying to read.I am really proud of you for having the confidence to do this, although still get worried as your still my little girl in my head.
I was a bit anxious about this trip because I have social anxiety, and it's the first time I've gone to a concert in a few years. Certain forms of transport here were relatively new to me so I knew I'd have to figure that out, juggling lots of stuff. But I just don't want the excessive worry from others.
I have to compartmentalise and try to seperate myself from his perception/thoughts etc but it's difficult for me to do that. And it also feels wrong because I feel on some level I should be open with him but I don't want to be. I feel such self discomfort with being myself and expressing myself in real life with people that it's easier to default to the mask. But then it's sad because he's never going to know me. He doesn't even know that I'm non-binary. Will I regret that one day? I dunno. It feels comfortable for him not to know me for now. I start to panic when related political topics even come up in discussion. Anything that feels remotely personal in real life is just a no go with everyone but especially him. I'm just never comfortable.
Also my brother has brought up before how we all have communication issues with each other (everyone in this family.) Like he just started talking about some stuff and I don't remember it all but essentially that he was trying to overcome this a bit since if ever did have his own family he didn't want it to be like this haha no. Of course not. My parents were always bad at communicating with each other too.
On the way back he texted a bunch of times. I hadn't planned how I was going to get back to my house from this one place, and even though I assured him I would figure out a way to get back home from where I was (again before getting on the coach,) and didn't need him to give me a lift from this one place to my house he still only got about 4 hours sleep waking up 'just in case I needed a lift,' then he informed me he was following the coach online to find out when it arrived and follow it in-between if he woke up. Then he texted me again when I got to where I was going saying he could give me a lift again. Told him I'd just text him when I got home so he went back to bed.
At this point I'm thinking mobile phones and modern technology in general was a fucking mistake. Because in the past people would just have to fucking deal with not being constantly updated. They'd have no choice. Also he's brought up before how his mum used to worry about him a lot (as a defense for his feelings,) and there was no technology for him to be using at the time and he still did whatever the [BEEP] he wanted I imagine.
And I'm trying also to think 'OK well I'm mentally ill. And clearly this is mental illness too. He has all kinds of issues that he probably doesn't even know are issues and some he does because he's from an older generation and he's never even seen a therapist once.' (Actually maybe he did in prison.) And he has his own trauma (that I won't go into but it is relevant.) That I think effects his view of things too.
But it's just the incompatibility between the stuff that fucks with me and the stuff that fucks with him. Because I hate feeling infantilised or like I'm disabled or like I'm young. Which is people's perception of me most of the time because I'm not neurotypical I have weird body language I think, I'm socially anxious obviously which makes me appear younger, a couple of people have asked if I'm autistic. I'm short, I have neotenic features, I don't wear makeup so that's a big thing. I don't pass as male so people perceive the kind of vibe I give off as young because that's what they do if you don't pass as male and you don't embrace femininity. Everything about me really makes people think that and I absolutely fucking hate it.
Interestingly my mum knowing I was going the night before spoke to me and asked me to text her when I got there and back and this didn't really bother me. Perhaps because she hadn't been expressing worry to me for weeks. And also maybe because it actually felt more like 'well it would be nice but you don't have to' instead of 'my entire mental well being depends on you doing this.' But also perhaps because we don't talk as much these days and I sometimes feel like I should reach out to her more, or want to because we've gotten more awkward over the past few years. We used to be closer though.
And I haven't explored this fully so just kind of writing what pops into my head but I imagine the gender aspect is definitely relevant too because my mum is a woman so I guess if she worries whatever. But with my dad there's the always feeling that his worry is an attempt to control/dominate etc. Maybe that's unfair/sexist but he's tried to do that before at least once (trying to talk me out of going to uni,) so. And I'm not convinced he really feels the same about my brother.
I always thought this contributed to Sylvia Plath's general distress and suicide.
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."There is another version of this quote floating around which is the one I'm familiar with that is different in a very subtle but significant way. And in the other quote she says:Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. From the moment I was conceived I was doomed to sprout breasts and ovaries rather than penis and scrotum; to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling rigidly circumscribed by my inescapable femininity. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars — to be part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording — all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…” (The Journals of Sylvia Plath, 77).
'all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female, always supposedly in danger of assault'
I don't know which version is accurate.according to what is generally assumed or believed (often used to indicate that the speaker doubts the truth of the statement).
But most people read this quote as 'Women are constantly under threat.' Like this website I just found:
These words written by the eighteen-year-old Sylvia Plath in the summer of 1951 sound horribly contemporary. Her yearning for unconditional access to public space, to feel safe, to do what she wants when she wants without men interfering or threatening her, is the same old story that spawns through the years decade after decade.Could be but is it likely? Is it likelier than men being attacked? (No it isn't.)There is rarely a time when women’s bodies are safe or free from scrutiny or judgement. Any body. Any shape, size, colour, age, physical ability, physical wellness, dressed or undressed. It is hard to know what the female body would be that managed to escape this critical, threatening surveillance. But the female body does not exist in a vacuum, it exists at multiple points of intersection. A white woman’s body is rarely safe. A Black woman’s body is even less safe. A transwoman’s body is extremely high risk. A lesbian body is unsafe (especially if it is a lesbian body showing affection to another lesbian body in public space). The intersections are endless, but they all amount to the same thing: lack of safety.
Location too. All of these women's bodies are not safe in public space. A woman can be going about her day-to-day business; shopping, at a concert, walking down the street, and be violated. That could be verbally, or physically. All uninvited, often unexpected, always shocking. Many women feel unsafe walking home, especially late at night. But many women are frightened to take a taxi alone at night. Public transport, busier, could be seen as safer, but the last time I was on a night train, a man stood in front of me and dropped his trousers. I won’t use night trains. So, for many, if we’re out at night, we don’t want to walk home alone, we don’t want to get a cab, and we can't get public transport without feeling uncomfortable or unsafe.
Headlines too the guardian is abysmal (I didn't really need another reason to dislike you after the random transphobia.)Is there any space where women can feel comfortable? "…to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling rigidly circumscribed by my inescapable femininity." Increasingly I think, no. There is no truly safe, comfortable space for women to escape from all of this in day-to-day life. From male strangers, friends, lovers, family members. Yes, I know it isn’t "all men". But it doesn’t need to be all men for so many women to be, and feel, unsafe. It is suffocatingly depressing. Because in the end what all women are entitled to is to live as freely as many men enjoy. To be able to fulfil Plath’s 1951 longing, that she never achieved, and that so many of us never will either:
When will women feel safe on UK streets?For women to feel safe in public spaces, men's behaviour has to changeI just consider the statistical likelihood and that usually helps a lot.he disappearance of Sarah Everard while she walked through Clapham, south London, at 9pm on 3 March gives horrific shape to the hum of fear that women constantly feel in public spaces. My social media timelines are full of women who are distressed by Sarah’s disappearance, and terrified that it could have been them. Men have asked what they can do to help women feel safer. But what’s needed beyond the education of individuals are urgent political solutions to counter men’s attempts to claim public spaces as their exclusive domain.
Calling all men: this is what we can do to help women feel safe exercising in the darkOne in every five women is concerned about sexual harassment when exercising - and three in 10 have experienced it first-hand, while doing physical activity, mostly in streets and parks. And we know that people will not do something – whether that’s walking or cycling to school, or jogging before work – if they do not feel safe doing so.I was looking for a specific article title from a while back that I thought was particularly insane but I couldn't remember exactly what it was. I can't find it but as you can see I found plenty of other trash all from the guardian of course.As a father, I think very differently about the safety of my two daughters compared to that of my sons;
One time I pointed out the low statistical chance of being attacked by a stranger to someone on another forum who was worried (an anxiety forum too,) and this guy who was very mentally unstable came along and said something along the lines of: 'don't try to dismiss her fears just because of your gender bullshit.' I've spoken about him before he was the guy who was convinced I was a heartless, psychopathic pedophile support. Also a transphobe. Also had a crush on me and even after he'd decided he hated me still decided to comment about how attractive he found me when I posted a picture.
It's like I'm from another species/planet lol. And I feel almost bad for going against them because clearly this is what they all need. You people have absolutely nothing to offer me.
"Pourquoi je ne suis pas feministe"
Though of course most conservatives are exactly the same. Two sides of the same coin.
Aella on twitter doesn't get this either. Possibly to an even greater extent than me. Since I do think concern is massively overblown but still have an anxiety disorder. I don't think it's backed up well by statistics not where I live. Men are way more likely to be attacked by strangers. So it makes more sense to scrutinise the people who get close to you, not to worry about random people when you're out and about.
Something else kind of morbid on the train I noticed. Many stations had links to mental health support numbers etc obviously because a lot of people who decide to kill themselves throw themselves in front of trains.