Decided to have a little go at journaling on here and not worry too much about writing like a 20 year old
So today I had a really long argument with my mum about pretty much the same thing on what we always argue about, my safety and being a young woman in this big world full of scary men. I recently was successful in two auditions for different dancing/performance agencies and I was really excited to tell my parents about it, I was hoping their response would be more excited and happy for me but as always the response my mum gave me was all about fear for my safety and well-being since I’m apparently quite young to be in this industry despite me providing her with all the facts that I am as safe as I could possibly be when performing in clubs. What really clicked for me just now is how much her beliefs about the world distorts her perception of the world to be such a scary and dangerous place and no matter what facts I gave her she would still find a way to feel fearful. I realised that from the outside I can see so clearly how her fear and beliefs was so ridiculous and thought about how my fears and beliefs are the same way, yet from the inside it can be so hard to see sometimes that when Kuba seeing it clearly on the outside and challenges my beliefs I’ll still find anyway to justify my fear. I’ve always kind of didn’t want to admit that I was doing this because I felt like abandoning the fear was also abandoning the circle of womanhood and almost “betraying” the suffering that women have gone through at the hands of a lot of men. It’s almost like I feel like I have a duty to them to keep the fear alive and if I don’t it’s like I’m invalidating the anger that women have. I’m actually able to see this more as silly now but still got a bit to go