The Beautiful Girlhood Doll ~ Part 10: I Am a Person, Not a Doll!

by Libby Anne

It has now been some years since I left my parents’ house and shifted for myself. I think my parents were somewhat surprised that I was able to make it on my own and that I did not come home asking for help, or maybe it was just me who was surprised. I found inner sources of strength I had not known I had. At the same time, my college friends, both the original evangelical ones and new ones I had met, were a wonderful source of support, and always accepted me regardless of what I did or didn’t believe. I finished college on my own, and was extremely proud at graduation.

During this time I also found someone special, and I married him not long after finishing college. Because I was marrying someone who did not share their beliefs, my parents did not approve, but then I did not expect them to. My siblings were not allowed to be in my wedding, and I walked myself down the aisle with my head held high. My friends and in-laws made my wedding a time of great joy, but my heart still broke years later when one of my little brothers was exulting at being a ring bearer in one of my siblings’ weddings, and all I could think was, I did want you for my ring bearer, little brother, please don’t think I didn’t. But I couldn’t tell him that, I couldn’t explain what had happened. Remembering that moment still brings tears to my eyes, even now.

Early on, there was some question about whether my new husband and I would be allowed to visit my parents and siblings. After all, what kind of example were we setting? This question was resolved, though, when we chose to become pregnant and have a child. The presence of a grandchild has improved my relationship with my parents, though it has also created new problems as they do not always agree with the way I am raising my little one.

Another factor that has improved my relationship with my parents is their belief that my husband is my authority, and that they should therefore seek to change his views rather than mine. At the same time, though, my husband is a man and not their physical child, so there is a level of emotional distance and respect present that there is not with me. Thus my parents simultaneously leave my beliefs alone and at the same time work to respectfully persuade my husband that he should change his beliefs. Of course, this makes me want to laugh, because my husband and I have an egalitarian relationship, and we frequently disagree with each other without seeing it as a problem.

Regardless of the reasons for the softening of my relationship with my parents, I am grateful that I can still be a part of my siblings’ lives. However, my relationship with my parents will never be the same, and the pain of what happened will never go away.

My parents’ mistake, if that is how you want to see it, was teaching me how to think. The simple reality is that teaching women to think will be subversive in any system that demands male authority and female submission. My parents gave me the tools to form my own opinions and choose my own beliefs while at the same time demanding that I hold their opinions and beliefs, and once I left home and learned that the world was a much bigger place than I had been taught, I was crushed in the inconsistency of this.

There is a deeper problem as well. My parents saw me as an empty slate and believed that they could paint on it as they wished and choose what the outcome would be. They saw me as something to be shaped and moulded rather than as an individual with my own thoughts and feelings. For them, I was one more daughter to fit into the perfect mold. In some ways, it was like they were playing dollhouse with me, forming me just how they wanted and setting me up just how they liked – but I’m not a doll!

Christian Patriarchy forces girls into an impossible situation, where they are expected to act and believe just so and if they differ in any respect they are seen as broken and ruined. Nothing that I can do or achieve in life – not my stable and happy marriage, not my child, not school or work – will ever please my parents. The only thing that would please them is if I did exactly as they wanted, and believed exactly as they did. Is this a healthy model for a family to follow? Absolutely not! Children are people, not simply robots waiting to be programed, and parents need to recognize that.

Furthermore, fathers are fallible. How can a father say that his daughters should do just as he says when he himself is not perfect? And what of my parents’ parents? Neither set believes anything like my parents, and neither set approved of their decision to homeschool. How, then, can my parents claim that God says that I as their daughter am to do and believe as they do when they do not do or believe as their parents do? There is a major double standard here, but that is not what bothers me. What bothers me is the putting of man in the place of God and demanding daughters to obey. This is nothing short of blasphemy and abuse.

I chose long ago between my family and my intellectual freedom, and I would make that same choice again. I love my parents and my siblings, but I’m a person and I deserve to be able to have my own thoughts and feelings, my own life. And now I do. I have a wonderful husband, a sweet child, and a beautiful life. I also take pleasure in the fact that I now have excellent relationships with several adult siblings who are okay with my differences in belief. And of course, I take joy in the wonder and beauty of life unrestrained by the bonds of Christian Patriarchy.

 

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Libby Anne lives with her husband and toddler somewhere in the U.S. She has left patriarchy for feminism and has found freedom. She is a graduate student with big plans for her life. You can read her blog at Love, Joy, Feminism.

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  • Andrea

    WOW…just wow. Every single detail is exactly my life. The only difference is that I do not have any contact with my family or my siblings, and my grandfather sweetly walked me down the aisle. My parents say that they think my husband is my authority, but when we were trying to come to some balance and some sort of relationship, at every turn, they did their best to “punish” me for not acting as they thought I should ( not attending my daughter’s birthdays or chewing me out or scolding me in e-mails). It is not healthy at all for me right now to have any contact with them until they decide it is not their duty to “force” me back onto the “right path” Big hugs! You’re a survivor, girl!!

  • Julie

    Your life has been an amazing journey! I am so happy that you found happiness and peace and I pray blessings on your family. I especially enjoy that you posted your last blog on July 4th! What a way to celebrate our country’s independence with your own personal independence:) I pray and hope that your relationship with your parents continues to grow and become more and more positive. I have a feeling that over time you might see some real changes in them.


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