I spent the first 36 years of my life in a culture that regarded females as belonging to someone else from cradle to grave.
From the time a girl was born, she belonged to her father. He decided what she wore, how she behaved, and who she spent time with. He dictated her goals, responsibilities, and dreams. Everything she was and did was a reflection on him. She either honoured him or shamed him. There was no middle ground.
She was her father’s servant, housekeeper, nanny for the other siblings, cook, hostess, the works. She was Wife Part Two minus the sex. If she was lucky. If she was unlucky, she was also raped, molested, or sexualised in some perverse way.
If she had brothers, they were also given authority over her as second fathers, keeping watch when the father wasn’t there, and reporting back to the father on any infractions so she could be disciplined and retrained. This authority and control over a girl or woman were also extended to other males including, but not limited to, grandfathers, pastors, and church leaders.
This didn’t change until the father found the right man to transfer ownership of his daughter to. Then she was given to a husband and the rituals continued. She belonged to him.
At no time, in that world, does a girl or woman belong to herself. Not her mind, not her body, not her heart, not her vagina or her uterus. None of her. She is placed on a pedestal, a lump of clay to be moulded according to the wishes of whoever happens to own her at the time. Her value rests in her submission and obedience and intact hymen until she is handed over to the one man who is allowed to break that hymen and take ownership of her.
She must provide willing sex on demand.
She must get pregnant and give birth regardless of whether that has a detrimental effect on her health and wellbeing. If she loses her life in the process, so be it.
She must obey.
And through it all she must smile and convey joy, for to do anything less is to dishonour her father, her husband, her God. In that culture, there is nothing worse than shaming a male.
Even in this abusive culture, there were decent men who tried to value, respect, and love their daughters, wives, sisters, and mothers within those hellish parameters. Although I honour their efforts and am grateful for the light they shone in my darkness, this does not make the culture OK.
It is evil. Inhuman. Abusive, horrific, and utterly deplorable.
Girls belong to themselves. No one else.
Women belong to themselves. No one else.
I belong to myself. No one else. My body, my mind, my vagina, my uterus, my choices, my beliefs, they are all mine, and mine alone.
I remember the day I learned that I belong to me. My therapist and I had been talking when all of a sudden I said, “Do you mean I belong to me? My mind belongs to me? My body belongs to ME???” She stared at me in shock, trying to grasp that this was new information to me.
But it was. Mind-blowing, gut-wrenching, life-giving truth. I was 38 years old.
I returned to our farm in a daze. I sat in Bear’s big, green armchair for the next three days, basking in the utter wonder of belonging to myself. I felt safe and secure for the first time in my life, and that is when true healing began.
I will never return to the lies of my past. Never.
My body is mine. My mind is mine. My heart is mine.
Never again will someone decide for me what to think, believe, or be. Not a deity, not a church, not a government, not a father, husband, brother, or friend.
I belong to me, forever and always. And I trust me implicitly.
So glad and thankful that you are away from that awful life and have bear and a free and good life in Australia. ❤️❤️❤️
Oh Krista how cleansing to share your journey. Yes it is a gift and wonder to recognize our freedom from those that oppress us. I am so happy for you that you found that gift to yourself and that you cherish it. Good work. 🤗🤗
Yes. Yes. Yes. It’s difficult to convey how terrible and traumatic it is to not belong to yourself. To even try to understand this insidious stripping of the heart and soul of a girl, a woman… within a “good and holy” culture. It’s the ultimate gaslighting. I feel it’s only been very recently that this freedom has finally found me as well. I honor you as the beautiful whole woman that you are. And in that I honor myself as well.
Amazingly strong words from the strongest female I know and will probably ever know. You are formidable and awesome and I love you for that and everything you are my darling friend x
Wow. I can’t believe how much I relate to this particularly in one certain relationship. It was so detrimental to my physical,mental, emotional and spiritual well being. Though I am away from it, it haunts be and I find myself still stressing and tryingto be “good” and make the “right” decisions. It’s a long process
“I do what I want!!” 😎😘❤️❤️❤️
#ibelongtome
How did you become so brilliant? You are a master at putting thoughts and ideas into clearly understood sentences that bring clarity and ultimately – healing. At a time when the subject of a woman’s right to access an abortion is making headlines, your insights into having autonomy as a woman, and the implications this has on all aspects of life are very pertinent.
Yes to every single bit of this. I grew up in that culture too, and I am also working hard with the help of a therapist to claim my autonomy. It is an amazing, life-changing feeling to know you belong exclusively to yourself. <3
I weep for all that have, does and will continue to endure the unthinkable. I didn’t grow up in as strict a culture but at two weeks of age my dad did give me to my mother’s mother and said I belonged to them. Never treated me as his child. I am me! So glad you are now you! I will pray for your continued growth and insight ment.
Knowing something of your journey, I applaud your discovery and how powerfully articulate your piece is!