I was raised catholic (I had a Freudian slip and wrote raided, fancy that?) so I have a lot of guilt naturally instilled in me. On top of that pile of 100 bibles is the fact I'm a woman, and so every urge I have to act like a person and not a subservient mammal is looked down upon by 3/4 of the world. My own family and I have butted heads over my philosophies and they attribute it to my "Americanism", but I know it's something deeper.
I probably shouldn't write about this, not here. But I don't actually think that many people read this so I'm going to go ahead.
The last time I remember feeling very ashamed and guilty wasn't when I was raped, or yelled at, or groped; it was a night with a heavy blizzard in college. I somehow became trapped at the dorms and received a very stern lecture from my friends on how I dressed. It was slutty, no one took me seriously. This is why guys used me.
To be honest, they may not have said these things as bluntly, but that's all I heard and all I hear. I remember going home the next morning and wanting to cover myself in pitch and feathers so no one would be able to see I was even a female. I didn't spend much time with my friends over the next few months, I don't know if they ever attributed it to that night, or if they noticed. I don't think they knew how much they hurt me, but we all moved on from it. I forgave them, because people you love will always hurt you.
Unfortunately, the shame permeates my shield still sometimes, and in moments of vulnerability and PMS, it is hard to beat down.
And I'm going to the zoo tomorrow. I'm really excited, I feel guilty I'm so excited, because zoos aren't great for animals at all. Based on principle, I shouldn't go. But I want to see the animals. I want to ride a camel.
I wonder if this is how people in religious households debate masturbation.