Dear Anu_2.0:

Thank you for your kind and thoughtful message. I’m truly glad my writing resonated with you and brought back meaningful memories.

It’s inspiring to see your dedication to growing step by step, and I have no doubt you’ll achieve wonderful things along the way. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if you ever need support or encouragement—I’d be happy to hear from you! 😊

anita

Dear Anu_2.0:

You are very welcome. I’d like to take the time to read and reply to your message more thoroughly on Tuesday morning (it’s late Monday afternoon here), when I can give it my full focus.

In the meantime, if you feel comfortable elaborating on the “parental pressure” you’re scared of—what it entails, how it looks or sounds—it could help me better understand and provide a more thoughtful response.

Looking forward to reading from you.

anita

Dear Zenith:

Maintaining calm with kids is very important- that’s when they are able and willing to listen to you. I bet there are YouTube and meditations about calm parenting, including guidance and suggestions. I am using my phone now, so I can’t look it up.

Anita

Dear Zenith:

Thanks for sharing what’s on your mind. Parenting can definitely feel tricky—trying to find that middle ground between being too strict and too lenient isn’t easy. It’s clear how much you care about your child’s future, and that’s such a great starting point.

I get why seeing stories like Sudhiksha Konanki’s case or reading those Reddit posts would make you feel worried. The cultural differences between what you grew up with and what you see around you in the U.S. can feel overwhelming. It’s natural to wonder how to protect your child while still giving them the freedom to grow.

One thing that might help is focusing on open and honest communication. Instead of scaring your kid into avoiding things like drinking or casual relationships, you can explain why those things don’t align with your values. Let them understand where you’re coming from in a way that feels supportive rather than controlling.

At the same time, setting boundaries is okay! You can guide them while making sure they feel safe and heard. It’s all about striking that balance and creating an environment where they can talk to you without fear of judgment.

As for the fear you’ve carried from your own childhood—it sounds like you’ve already started breaking that cycle just by being aware of it. That’s a huge step. Moving to India might be an option worth thinking about if it feels right for your family, but remember, your influence as a parent matters more than where you live.

You’re doing your best, and it shows. Parenting is tough, but your thoughtfulness and care mean you’re on the right path.

anita

Dear Zenith:

I just looked up the missing case: Sudhiksha Konanki, a 20-year-old University of Pittsburgh student, went missing 12 days ago after drinking alcohol and then going to the beach with a few others. She possibly drowned, while intoxicated, possibly foul play was involved.

It’s completely natural to feel worried about your child’s future, especially when you see stories like the above, or hear about the negative impacts of alcohol, drugs, and other cultural influences. Good parents want to protect their kids from harm and guide them toward making healthy choices.

It’s true that some aspects of American culture, like the normalization of drinking or casual attitudes toward certain behaviors, can feel overwhelming—especially when they clash with the values we were raised with. But I think it’s also important to remember that as a parent, you have a strong influence on shaping your child’s values and decision-making. By encouraging open communication, teaching her about consequences, and modeling the behaviors you want to see, you can help them navigate these challenges.

Your concerns show how much you care about your child’s well-being, and that’s such a powerful foundation. It’s okay to feel uneasy, but it’s also worth focusing on the positive steps you’re already taking to create a safe and supportive environment for your little one.

If you ever want to talk more about this or share ideas, I’m here for you.

anita

Dear Anu_2.0:

You are under immense pressure—forced to live with your estranged husband due to societal and family expectations. This situation highlights how cultural norms often prioritize appearances and community perceptions over an individual’s mental health and well-being. The fear of “character assassination” imposed by your parents speaks volumes about the stigma women face when asserting their independence.

Living with someone after separation can feel deeply suffocating, constantly reopening emotional wounds and denying you the closure you need. Physical separation is not just a desire but a necessity for your emotional healing.

You described this as a “grave injustice,” and you are absolutely right. Your peace and autonomy are being sacrificed to meet societal demands. Your story is a powerful reminder that healing isn’t just an internal journey—it also requires external conditions that respect and support individual choices.

I’ve included some insights below that I hope will resonate with you:

Psychology Today on societal pressures: “Women are more susceptible to this kind of relationship-shaming than men… Many faiths and cultures view separation as a badge of dishonor for a woman.”

Psychology Today on cultural beliefs: A study in South Africa revealed the saying, “a woman’s grave is at her husband’s house,” reflecting the expectation for women to endure marriage at all costs. Another study on Iranian women found that post-divorce challenges, such as workplace harassment, often force women to abandon efforts to rebuild their lives.

Rights of Equality on global realities: “On average, a woman or girl is killed by someone in her own family every 11 minutes.” Many women endure lifelong abuse, coerced by families into staying in harmful marriages due to the stigma surrounding divorce.

It’s also important to acknowledge that men can be victims of abuse too. Abuse against men often takes the form of psychological, emotional, or verbal harm, though physical violence does occur. Men face unique challenges, such as societal disbelief and stigma, which can make it harder for them to seek help.

Back to you, Anu_2.0—I don’t know if you are experiencing abuse from your husband, but it’s clear that you are suffering from the societal pressures that, in your words, cause “suffocation” and a “grave injustice.” Perhaps continuing this conversation can help ease some of the weight you’re carrying.

anita

Dear GIGI:

You ended your post with: “I’ve been to therapy before, but I’ve always been inconsistent. I’ll go for a few months, then either feel like I’m doing okay or get scared of diving into deeper topics, and I stop going. I’ve always avoided talking about my parents—especially my dad. Even thinking about it makes my body anxious and puts me in physical discomfort. Even now, while writing this, I feel dizzy. I’m not sure if I have a specific question. I just want to know if anyone else has experienced similar thoughts and how you deal with them.”

I want to start by saying that I deeply respect the honesty and courage it takes to share your struggles so openly. Understanding how anxious, scared, and physically uncomfortable you feel about discussing your parents—especially your father—I won’t ask you questions about them or your childhood experiences. Instead, I’d like to share parts of my own story where I can relate to what you’ve shared. I hope it may provide some comfort or insight.

You wrote: “I (am) filled with regrets—regrets about not spending enough time with them, not sharing my thoughts and feelings, and not building a stronger, closer relationship.” This indicates feelings of guilt about not having a strong, close relationship with your parents, as though it’s somehow your fault. I can relate. I’ve never had a close relationship with either of my parents. If I ever did as a baby or a very young child, I can’t remember it—I have no memories of such closeness. My parents divorced when I was very young, and my father moved out early on. He played a minimal role in my life while I lived with my mother, who essentially raised me as a single parent. With her, I felt guilty about everything. I believed every conflict or issue in our relationship was my fault.

You also wrote: “I struggle with guilt when it comes to sex. Almost every time (if not always), my dad comes to mind, and it makes me feel disgusted.” This suggests a crossing of personal boundaries in childhood—emotional, if not physical. I relate to this as well, and I’d like to share my personal experience, while adding a trigger warning: Some parts of my story may be uncomfortable to read.

As a child, my feelings were often ignored, belittled, or treated as wrong and punished. I was told things like, “You have no reason to feel sad—you’re so much luckier than other children,” or, “You have no right to feel angry!” This taught me that my emotions were problematic, as though they weren’t my allies but enemies. Over time, I learned to suppress my emotions because they didn’t feel safe to express. I doubted their validity, and confronting emotional topics felt overwhelming or shameful—as if I didn’t have the “right” to feel them. This led to situations in adulthood where I allowed myself to be taken advantage of or abused because I doubted that my feelings about being mistreated were legitimate.

My mother was a dominating, emotionally volatile person who was preoccupied with her own struggles. She demanded constant attention, reacted unpredictably, and often controlled the emotional climate of our home. This left little room for me to develop my own emotional identity or boundaries. I learned to prioritize her needs over mine, internalizing the belief that her emotions mattered while mine did not. I even came to see my feelings as troublesome or wrong. Living in this environment taught me to “walk on eggshells,” suppressing my emotions to avoid conflict and confrontation.

I also became her emotional caregiver. She shared her personal struggles with me at great lengths and in dramatic, histrionic ways, blurring the natural boundaries between parent and child. This is known as “parentification,” where the child becomes overly responsible for the parent’s well-being. Growing up in this dynamic taught me that my feelings were insignificant and that expressing them was selfish or futile. This sense of guilt about my own needs carried into adulthood, manifesting as a reluctance to take up space emotionally or prioritize my own well-being. I often felt unworthy in relationships or undeserving of self-care.

In regard to blurred boundaries between parent and child: growing up, I often felt like I was the “man” in the house, while she was the “woman”— me being the strong one and her being the weak one. Although she was dominating and controlling with me, she often displayed weakness and submission when dealing with others in her life. It felt as though she needed me to step into the role of the strong one, to help her stand up for herself in situations with other people. I tried to do so, but she rejected my help and even punished me for trying (likely because she was too afraid to confront others). Yet, she continued to complain to me about being taken advantage of by those same people.

Witnessing her— a woman—being taken advantage of by others stirred a deep sense of empathy in me. I wanted to protect her, to “be the man” for her. Over time, I internalized the idea that being a woman meant being weak, and I wanted to be the opposite: strong, capable, and nothing like her.

Two memories from my early 20s stand out. In one instance, we were in the small apartment where we lived, and she came running toward me, crying and wailing, her arms outstretched, preparing to hit me. It was a strange combination of weakness and aggression. For the first time, I did something I had never done before: I raised my arms, grabbed her hands, and firmly blocked her from getting closer and hitting me. Her response was unexpected— she melted in my hands, went completely limp, passive, and backed away. She never tried to hit me again.

The second memory is from another moment in my early 20s. I had been drinking some alcohol before she arrived home, and feeling tipsy, I initiated a dance with her— something I had never done before. I took her hands in mine and led the dance, feeling very much like “the man.” Once again, her response was complete submission.

I never fully understood these two memories until this morning, decades later. I now realize that she was confrontational and aggressive with me because I was completely submissive to her—until I wasn’t. When I stood up to her (as in the first memory) or took the lead (as in the dance), I became like the other people in her life: she submitted to me just as she submitted to them. Reflecting on this, I now see how unhealthily submissive I was to her growing up. This submissiveness is why she felt safe being aggressive with me—she had no fear of me standing up for myself.

Thank you, GIGI, for making it possible for me to explore my own experience of childhood blurred boundaries and role confusion. I hope that, in reading this, you find some comfort or insight into your own experiences. Please know you’re not alone, and healing is possible.

anita