Since I officially joined the Black Rose Writing Family, ...I've been meeting other Black Rose authors via a Facebook page set up by our publisher so that we can communicate with each other, share questions, advice, upcoming author events, marketing opportunities, our successes, our not-so-successful outcomes, congratulate each other, console each other, encourage each other and, among all those and other benefits, Many of the books in the Black Rose, um, stable (can I use that word? I mean, we all hope our books will be off to the races, right?) really catch the eye, ...and an intriguing subject or story line, However one of the Black Rose books I made the acquaintance of so grabbed me by its title, ...which then made me want to take a look at the dozen sample pages of the book offered on Amazon. After which I was hooked and had to order the book. And once having started it, I couldn't put it down.
For children of Allen Long's (and my) generation, being spanked or hit with a paddle, belt, spatula, tree switch, heavy adult hand or whatever implement a parent might favor or have handy, or having one's mouth washed out with soap, one' ears boxed, or being sent to bed without supper were common punishments; and though we children didn't realize it at the time, too often these parental practices crossed over the line into abuse. I've told a number of people of my generation about "Less Than Human." I brought it with me to last week's meeting with my Wednesday morning Panera Posse, during which we - a diverse group of women from a variety of ethic, racial, and religious backgrounds, though more or less of the same generation and absolutely of the same political persuasion - meet for bagels, coffee, camaraderie, and to discuss everything. I told the group about the book's subject matter and passed the book around for everyone to look at. All the women in the group were affected Allen Long's story,
"But why can't I spank my children?" she wondered, "they're my children! I'm their mother!"
That evening when my friend's husband returned home from work she asked him if one could be arrested in this country for spanking one's children. He husband assured her that one could. "After that," my friend told us, "I never again spanked my children." A few days later I was telling some other friends about the book over dinner, which again sparked memories of childhood corporal punishment, one friend recalling some playmates whose parents were notorious in the neighborhood for taking a belt to their children. Said my friend, "One of the children in that family broke away from their mother and father as adult and never again talked to their parents until their dying day because of all the beatings they suffered as a child." I added that I bet that kind of outcome was probably unusual; that abused children nevertheless remained close to their parents even as adults, not psychologically separating their desire for their parents' love and acceptance from the abuse they suffered at their parents' hands. There was a moment after our dinner when, as we were preparing to leave, I was standing with two of my friends. "My father hit me too much when I was young," said one. "Mine, too," added the other. Considering the complex bonds of love and need between parent and child I doubt that childhood abuse will ever become the next #me too. But it probably could.
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Allen Long
10/27/2017 02:52:14 pm
My parents abused my brother and me in Arlington, Virginia. I knew they were wrong and I was a good person. I moved to Tucson and then San Francisco to keep a lot of distance between us.
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Patti
10/27/2017 06:41:12 pm
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Allen Long
10/28/2017 02:15:08 pm
When my brother and I reached adulthood, we confronted our parents about the physical abuse. They denied everything. It would have really helped us heal if they had admitted the abuse and apologized.
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Patti
10/28/2017 07:44:35 pm
Well, who’s going to admit to having been an abusive parent? Especially if they actually were one? Everyone wants to be thought of as a good parent, and I think sometimes the more transgressive a parent was when their children were young, the more they rose-color the past after their children are grown. I guess it’s just a human defense mechanism. In fact for some people the best defense is a good offense, and when confronted with their wrongdoing they not only won’t or can’t apologize (a friend in her 70’s once told me, tearfully, that her mother never once apologized) but then cast themselves in the role of the victim, as did your mother when she took to bed after receiving you letter accusing her and your father of abuse.
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