Over at AEON there's an autobiographical essay by an English woman prompted by her strong reaction when a new friend says he is in a polyamorous relationship (she reacts strongly against the idea because she had a father who cheated on her mother on an apparently massive scale):
My father was unfaithful, a philanderer, a serial shagger; there are many
words for what he was when terms such as ‘consensual nonmonogamy’ or
‘polyamory’ were not yet in popular use. Adultery is a shameful word, a
transgression from the sanctity of marriage; like ‘cheating’,
‘infidelity’ and ‘unfaithfulness’, it is not morally neutral. It derives
from the Latin word adulteritas, meaning contamination. It’s
no surprise that my father lied about his liaisons in his 12-year
marriage to my mother, though he once boasted to his sister – true or
false – that there had been 500 affairs. He took pride in being
humorously subversive, doing nothing to hide his inappropriate comments
to passing women when my brother and I, just children, watched wide-eyed
from the back seat of his fancy car.
After he finally left his wife and 2 children, he made a return with a surprising proposal:
He went to India with his new girlfriend and was blessed by his guru,
Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, who put a mala round his neck and gave him a
new name. The cult encouraged sexual promiscuity and cast monogamy as
merely a social construct. The words adultery and infidelity were not
muttered in the dusty pathways between meditation and darshan, when disciples gathered to hear their guru speak. My father had found himself an affirmative culture. He had found his people.
On
his return six months later, he told my brother and I that he had been
reborn. He was cleansed of the past. He introduced my mother to his
girlfriend – the three of them seated on the sofa in our living room –
and asked if they could both move into the family home, she in the
basement, my dad back in my mother’s bed. He wanted to pirouette like a
happy prince between his two women. In pure polyamory style, my father
asked for my mother’s consent. She stood up and passed him his green
fedora hat. ‘You must be joking,’ she said.
But the main reason I thought it worth posting about the essay is this part of it:
‘What if the affair had nothing to do
with you?’ Perel asks her clients. In her work with couples who are
dealing with the fallout of infidelity, one motivation that crops up a
lot is self-discovery, a quest for a new or lost identity. In my
father’s case, there was boarding school from the age of seven. From the
intimate safety of his mother’s love, he was flung to a place where he
had to abide by new rules along with hundreds of other little boys. No
one looking out for you, no familial soil in which to grow.
In Boarding School Syndrome: The Psychological Trauma of the ‘Privileged Child’
(2015), the British psychoanalyst Joy Schaverein recognises a set of
patterns of behaviour among people, such as my father, who have been
sent away to prep school, including an inability to recognise emotions
in one’s self and in others, to talk about feelings, and to form durable
close relationships: all revolving around problems with intimacy. The
boys are so young when they lose their primary attachment that they
haven’t yet learned the right words to articulate their feelings. ‘There
are no words to adequately express the feeling state and so a shell is
formed to protect the vulnerable self from emotion that cannot be
processed,’ writes Schaverein.
From the certainties of home life, my dad was thrown into an anarchy
where the older boys bullied those who were younger or vulnerable. As an
adult, my father confessed to his sister that he had been raped. He was
certainly coerced into sex games between the boys, all of them
abandoned and rudderless. He grew into puberty with very little privacy,
and only limited outlets for his natural curiosity. Is this what
distorted his relationship to sex? Sex as power, sex as escape? It was
euphoric to win over beautiful strangers. In that moment, everything
felt right.
I have always thought that boarding school from a young age would be emotionally harmful, but I have never felt sure whether I was just projecting from what I am sure would have been my own poor reaction if ever it had been proposed that I had to leave home for schooling. I wonder if it has been more broadly studied, or if that book is the only one on the topic?
1 comment:
Only millionaires can get away with that sort of shenanigans. We cause any amount of mischief for ourselves when we just assume our great great grandparents were stupid.
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