Even though I have read several books about sexual trauma, I was ashamed that I could not put two and two together. It is only recently at age 30 and in 2019 that my sister led me to the truth. In retrospect, the signs were always there. Even from a young age, I found my mom's actions to be different. Seemingly trivial events could make her hysterical. Often she would cry when we are leaving her older sister's house after a long holiday. There was another time when she broke down after hearing someone who sounded like her late mother. Sometimes she would also fake cry. When a distant relative died, she told my sister and me to feign crying on the phone because it would show the family we cared. My mom was also a master liar. She usually lied to shelter us from family secrets such as if a relative was an alcoholic or going through a divorce. She would also lie about more mundane things but always repeated that she was the only honest woman in our family because she had never uttered a lie in her whole life. We were told to never trust anyone else but our mom. Even religious texts were used to hammer home the point that a mother's love exceeds even that of the father. Mother elevated herself above all other authorities in our early lives, including our dad.
A lot of
psychologists assert the importance of secure childhood attachments as an
essential factor in the development of healthy adult relationships. My mom lost
her father when she was six months old. Her mother died when she was thirty.
Being the youngest of eight with seven other siblings (five sisters and two
brothers), she was raised solely by a single mom. My mom loved her mother
deeply and sunk into a deep depression for more than two years after her death.
Her second oldest sister, Rita, died when she was 25. Rita's son was my
mother's favorite nephew, and he committed suicide six months after aunt Rita's
death. I learned about this from my other cousins because my mom never talks
about any of these incidents. To this day, she hates talking about anything
negative or tragedies. If I tell her, I am feeling depressed or anxious, she
would say, "It's all in mind, listen to some music, or go for a
massage." There is a belief that all negative emotions can be controlled
by the subject, and any deviance is a detrimental character flaw rather than
something that is a healthy portion that all individuals have to negotiate.
Despite my mom being overly sensitive, we were really allowed to only show
positive emotions as kids.
Despite
have a Master's degree and being able to speak English fluently (a vaunted
skill in 1990's India), my mom was never able to hold a stable job. The gender
patters in India in the late '80s and early '90s were changing. Women were
gradually taking up private-sector jobs. However, unable to clear the bank exam
like my dad, my mom became a homemaker. In a way, she sacrificed her career for
us. She would make food and bring it to our desks while we were doing homework.
When I am with her, I don't think I have ever missed a single meal. Her
commitment to our health and us was/is remarkable. Yet, it was overbearing at
times, it came at the expense of our dad and extended relations with our
family. It led to maladaptive behaviors on our part, like being distrustful of
people, passive/aggressive, emotional, and in my sister's case, being overly
sheltered. I also rarely saw her be intimate with my father. Ever since we
moved to America in 1999 when I was 11, my parents slept in separate beds. She
also had volatile, intense relationships with her sisters and our first
cousins. She could oscillate from incredible generosity to her sisters to
eventually souring on them because of a perceived offense. Her constant need
for attention and affirmation was noticeable throughout our childhood. It only
got worse as we grew up. We are at a point now, where other than a handful of
people, the rest of the family in her view is "jealous" and cannot be
trusted. I cannot disagree with her assessment about a lot of people in the family,
but I wonder if a less sensitive person could have maintained the relationships
more effectively.
My
mom never showed any physical affection towards my dad. Even my from my
earliest memories, I can't recall if they've ever held hands, kissed, or
hugged. Even when we continued watching movies together as a family, she would
make us forward through any kissing or intimate scenes. She has also never
talked to us about sex. I always, more or less, saw my mom as asexual. But,
sexuality not something a woman can fluidly develop in India. When I was
recently reading about the Delhi Gang Rape 2012, it occurred to me that India
for women in the '60s and '70s must have been significantly worse. I was
shocked to recently learn from my sister that one of cousin's Snehal (who
passed away in 2015) sexually molested my other cousin Anita while she was
staying at his place. Snehal was married at the time of the assault and had a
one-year-old kid. My sister wanted to tell everyone about Snehal before his
death and tarnish his name, but my mom told her to be quiet.
I
can only imagine what it must have been like for my mom growing up being the
youngest of eight children without a father in the late 1960s. Her childhood
must have been filled with predators lurking everywhere. I can't say with 100%
certainty that my mom faced sexual trauma during her childhood or adolescence,
but I am considering it as a strong possibility. My mom's
narcissism, her extreme mood swings, her depression, her lack of being able to
do things on her own, and her treatment of my father like a doormat could
indicate she experienced sexual violence growing up. Also, the way she treats
and talks to my sister, I feel more than likely that this was the case.
My
sister told me this year that my mom would always tell her, "You can't
trust any man in the world." My sister found this odd and asked her if she
could trust her uncles and males in our family, but my mom apparently told her,
"Absolutely not, no one will protect you." Up until very recently,
she wouldn't even allow my own dad to hang around my sister or other women who
came into the house. Interestingly, while I was sent to co-ed school about 10
minutes away from my home, my sister was sent to an all-girls institution that
was a 30-minute commute each way. Now I am wondering why my sister and I
weren't sent to the same school. Again, her comments and actions with regards
to my sister could all just be because she is crazy. But, craziness doesn't
arise in a vacuum, people who endure trauma become paranoid and crazy. This
does not mean that crazy people without any family baggage don't exist, but, it
just makes them very rare. Even most hardened criminals have often been through
abuse, neglect, and terrible early childhood attachment situations.
There
is research that shows when babies are left alone to cry for longer than 10-15
minutes because the parents can't attend to them, they became numb to emotion
in the future and can turn into sociopaths. Now, my mom is not a sociopath. She
loved us with all her heart and gave us the best she could. However, sometimes
I wonder if she was left alone for hours as a baby because her mom had seven
other kids to take care of? I can't be sure, and it is possible that
physical neglect and not sexual trauma led to her poor emotional acumen.
However, it does not explain why she became so distrustful of men. Her number
one goal was to "protect" my sister at all costs. Even today, she
implores me to financially support my sister. She has sheltered my sister so
much that my sister now resents her. I believe the reason she did that is that
no one was able to protect her when she was a young woman, and she wants the
best for her daughter. She gets excited every time I offer to go out with my
sister in the city; she assumes I'll be there to protect her. An essential part
of her identity has become protecting my sister and teaching me how to be a
caring and compassionate person. She had limited positive male role models
growing up.
One
of her brothers also passed away recently. He was a stellar student who
finished his Masters in Physics at age 19 but had a mental breakdown and became
an alcoholic and chain smoker. Her other, younger brother, suffered from PTSD
and was also an alcoholic and smoker before he quit both at the age of 48. She
would often make comments that neither of them could protect her until later in
life when they paid for her marriage. They were both loving uncles and tried
their best, but they were only teenagers who lost their father when my mom was
a toddler. My mom also always mentioned her own mother was very
"naive" and could quickly be taken advantage of.
Again,
I can't be 100% certain that the way my mom operates is because she's been
through sexual trauma. But, she definitely has PTSD from growing up in abject
poverty. She is obsessed with me making more money, always worried about our
resources, and still prefers the company of older, wealthier women. It is an
exaggerated response to much of her feeble adolescence. As a 60-year-old woman,
she refuses to stay alone at home. If my dad is planning to go away on a trip,
she makes sure someone (my sister or I) can stay home for the night. My mom was
considered a good looking girl during her teenage years: she was tall, slender,
and her skin tone was lighter than most South Indian women in Hyderabad. India
in the '60s was not safe for such women. And because of the shame
any such event or events would have, my mom probably never discussed anything
she encountered with anyone. She did reveal to my sister that one of my first
cousins, who is ironically her age, took my mom under "her wing" and
taught her "how to behave like a woman."
Interestingly,
my mom was very close with her sister closest to her in age, the 7th youngest
child, with my mom being the 8th. My aunt Sapna, whom I used to spend months at
a time with as a child, is a loving woman. She resembles my mom most closely in
looks. However, aunt Sapna's demeanor is entirely different. Our uncle Rama was
a delinquent who had a mental breakdown in the 1990s, and aunt Sapna supported
both her kids as a school teacher. My first cousins grew up incredibly poor and
always cash strapped being raised by a single mother. Eventually, my father
helped fund their education when we moved to the States. The point is that her
sister was able to hold a job, and was stable enough to raise two
kids on her own. Did my mom turn out differently because she went through a
trauma (physical, psychological, or sexual) that her sister did not endure? Did
this allow her sister to survive on her own and flourish in a terrible
situation, and my mom, despite having the support of a wonderful husband isn't
able to overcome her demons? Trauma is enduring. It is
intergenerational. It destroys lives and something that happened years ago can
sap the energy and the intellect of someone who is in their sixties.
I
have only begun thinking about ways to uncover what really happened and what
this means for us. I love my mom, and I am proud of her. I will always support
her and help her overcome her demons. She learned to drive in Nashville, and
there was a brief period of 4-5 years where she drove us all around town. She
also chaperoned me when I got my learner's permit. She worked a couple of jobs
at Vanderbilt. She finished a Master's degree. She produced a music CD with
Carnatic songs. She's developed a decent friend circle and convinced my dad to
financially support her sister's and extended family.
Most
importantly, she took care of all of our basic needs. She "protected
us" in India and abroad. She fulfilled her duty: which is to care for us
and love us deeply. It was at the expense of my dad, who not only had to be her
husband but also serve as the father figure she's never had. I can't imagine
the stress that this puts him under, but that's something he has to work
through. For a long time, I thought because we weren't a dual-income family, my
mom held us back. I blamed her for me being a middle-class nobody. I
assumed her working would have taken the financial burden off of everybody in
the family. However, after therapy, I realized that she probably could have not
have sustained a career with her emotional issues. I am glad she was there for
us, always. I also understand that trauma is intergenerational. I have
inherited her misery and trauma, and there are times when all of her worst
qualities are also present in me. However, I am also not her. In a sense, she
sacrificed her life so that my sister and I could become different. We can look
to our future without being burdened by our past.