Abuse has many faces…
I hated tickling. As a kid both my sister and I were tickled by my father whenever he wanted to do it. And as small children, we realized we HAD NO CONTROL. At first, for maybe 10 seconds, it was funny, then it became either terrifying or painful. And we had no say. And here’s the important thing: Our father, ANY father or grandfather can read our signals. He could clearly see we were uncomfortable, but he ignored that. Intentionally. And we forget that these fathers and grandfathers need to understand (and be called out) that this is ABUSIVE. And like this young mother, we need to get strong in the face of family “oh it’s no big deal” and stand our ground. Doing something to another person’s body against their will is NOT OKAY. This young mother and writer does an amazing job here of articulating this boundary. I only wish I had had a mother who would have stood up for me this way. Sadly, my mother was much like hers. Complicit in …
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