It is the most time consuming learning in life and yet it keeps repeating and no one learns from their friends/families. It comes only with real experience ....of being a parent & the stereotypes of a protective parent.
So when my mom would tell me to go in a group, not to wear certain clothes etc. I would get irritated and brush her off. I always thought she does not trust me but was never able to see her part of the thoughtworld. Especially when we live in a society, where a certain set of species, who look like human, and have the audacity to say that the girl they raped invited them with her clothes or her being alone or some useless superior-lame excuse. I get goose bumps now to think of what my parents would go through on each day. I remember one of the days from my college when my mom was scared like hell.
So I got onto a bus and was sitting on a window seat, when a very rude & crude boy came to share the seat with me. And I felt he was trying to acquire the most part of the seat by hurling me into the corner , to the window. So I shouted at him to sit on another seat and asked the conductor also to help. But the conductor behaved as if he had lost his ears and eyes both. And this guy started abusing me , and calling names. Soon his two more friends joined in as well.
Now I was scared and I asked him to move so that I could get down, but they told the conductor that dare he let me down. I was shit scared and tried again after 15 minutes of their abuse banter, to move out of my seat. This time he let me go and get down. But in the process of moving as fast as I could, my t-shirt got stuck in the bus and when I pulled it, it got torn on the sleeve :(
I just got down and ran to take a taxi back to home, and through the ride I was holding onto my fears and protecting myself from all the eyes that looked at me.
I reached home and when I saw my mom , all that I was holding back internally fell & I broke down. I was crying and hugging her tightly.
And my mom only saw my torn tee, to start imagining what could have gone wrong. When I think of it now, I get scared of what my mom would have gone through in those few moments of my silence and crying.
She was so relieved to hear when I told her the whole story.
Now when I see my son growing up, I get wrecked up so many times and then feel sorry for my parents for telling them that they were over-protective and that they were worrying too much for me.
I am a Ninja Mom now and I do have all the fears and worries that my parents had.
So when my mom would tell me to go in a group, not to wear certain clothes etc. I would get irritated and brush her off. I always thought she does not trust me but was never able to see her part of the thoughtworld. Especially when we live in a society, where a certain set of species, who look like human, and have the audacity to say that the girl they raped invited them with her clothes or her being alone or some useless superior-lame excuse. I get goose bumps now to think of what my parents would go through on each day. I remember one of the days from my college when my mom was scared like hell.
So I got onto a bus and was sitting on a window seat, when a very rude & crude boy came to share the seat with me. And I felt he was trying to acquire the most part of the seat by hurling me into the corner , to the window. So I shouted at him to sit on another seat and asked the conductor also to help. But the conductor behaved as if he had lost his ears and eyes both. And this guy started abusing me , and calling names. Soon his two more friends joined in as well.
Now I was scared and I asked him to move so that I could get down, but they told the conductor that dare he let me down. I was shit scared and tried again after 15 minutes of their abuse banter, to move out of my seat. This time he let me go and get down. But in the process of moving as fast as I could, my t-shirt got stuck in the bus and when I pulled it, it got torn on the sleeve :(
I just got down and ran to take a taxi back to home, and through the ride I was holding onto my fears and protecting myself from all the eyes that looked at me.
I reached home and when I saw my mom , all that I was holding back internally fell & I broke down. I was crying and hugging her tightly.
And my mom only saw my torn tee, to start imagining what could have gone wrong. When I think of it now, I get scared of what my mom would have gone through in those few moments of my silence and crying.
She was so relieved to hear when I told her the whole story.
Now when I see my son growing up, I get wrecked up so many times and then feel sorry for my parents for telling them that they were over-protective and that they were worrying too much for me.
I am a Ninja Mom now and I do have all the fears and worries that my parents had.
