Why can’t we admit to being abused, in our country?

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Updated On: February 14, 2024
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Just another case of abuse by a trusted person

She was 9. He was 35. She was a student. He was a tutor. I know you will object to this story. How can there be a “together” between these two? Because this is no fairy tale, it has unpleasant twists and turns. So, one day, when the tutor came to teach her elder brother, her parents asked her if she wanted to sit and do her homework too. Initially, she happily agreed. She imagined telling her friends that she too had a tutor like grownups.

And then slowly, things changed. The “sir” would make her sit on his lap and rub her thighs. She would freeze, but pretend to still do her homework. Every day he dared a little more and moved his hands further inside. This continued for a few weeks. Every time the parents or her brother praised the tutor for being so wonderful, she cringed, but immediately felt guilty for not sharing her family’s fondness for the guy. One day, she mustered enough courage and told her brother about this. The brother, who was just around 12, was furious. But sadly, he was furious with his kid sister for saying such “dirty things” about his favourite “sir”. That evening, when the sir came, the brother complained about his sister to him.

Crestfallen and visibly scared, the teacher decided to discontinue his services.

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A story repeated across thousands of homes

Years later, the tutor is still remembered fondly in the family and years older, the little girl still stays quiet when everyone praises the tutor who changed the brother’s life. Even though she never discussed this with anyone again, the ghosts of that incident continued to haunt her later in her life too. Every time somebody tried to come close to her, her body revolted. It took years of counselling and a very supportive husband before she could lead a healthy and scar free sexual life.

This is a sad story, and what is sadder, is that this is a very common story. Almost all the women I know or have talked to have similar tales to tell and in almost all the cases, the women have not confided or confronted this demon from the past.

Almost all the women I know or have talked to have similar tales to tell and in almost all the cases, the women have not confided or confronted this demon from the past.

Can a “Me too” work in India?

When the “Me too” movement started, I saw a lot of FB posts hailing it and a few posting the hashtag themselves. I say a few because many more of my friends were quiet. These were the women who, during our heart to heart conversations, had shared their stories of abuse and exploitation. Also, these were the women who had often shared cancer and depression posts for awareness.

Can a me too work in India?
The abuser is mostly someone the family is close to

It is easier to talk about a stalker on the road or in the metro, but when we are talking about abuse, the abuser is mostly someone the family is close to. Another friend confessed that her own uncle would abuse her when the mom left her with him every time they were at her grandparents’ house. Mother still doesn’t know it and the uncle is still a darling of the entire household.

Talking about a close relative can shake the entire family dynamics and as we know, we Indians are a close-knit khandaan and we are proud of it. We can sit together during family dinners and criticise the degenerating moral standards of our society, but we cannot point fingers at the same family and tell the tales of those scars from the childhood stories.

And that brings me to another question.

When will we stop this silent “Not me” movement?

When will we stop this silent “Not me” movement?
We are a nation where a rapist marrying the victim is looked at as a solution to the “problem”

Every time there is a remark against women, we collectively get shaken up and pounce on the man or the woman who made the remark.

Like when Bollywood’s leading choreographer Saroj Khan said that we shouldn’t blow this casting couch news out of proportion because the exploitation is everywhere, we went berserk. Twitter went on a rampage about how insensitive Saroj Khan has been in dismissing the threat so casually.

Khan said that the casting couch is “age old” and added that “the film industry at least gives work and doesn’t rape and abandon the victims”.

Now, let me clarify. I do not support what she said. She simply pointed out our problem. We are a nation where a rapist marrying the victim is looked at as a solution to the “problem” and an act of “repentance”.

We are a nation where a rapist marrying the victim is looked at as a solution to the “problem” and an act of “repentance”.

Why is protest always abstract and never personal?

Similarly, when a recent rape case had the entire nation reeling and candle marches going from one state to another, Bollywood actor Amitabh Bachchan was asked for comments. Bachchan refused to comment, saying that the incident “disgusted him”. Fair choice, one should say, but not for us Indians.

Right after his comment went public, Bollywood actress Pooja Bhatt took to Twitter and said, “I can’t help being reminded of a film called #Pink. Can our images on screen please be reflected in reality?

Now, I am not advocating Bachchan’s “lack of response” about the incident but the way many criticised him for not portraying his Pink character in real life left me wondering. Almost all the leading ladies from Bollywood took to social media to raise their voices against the culprits, but I wonder, why don’t we read any personal account of exploitation or abuse from anyone in the film industry?

Why can’t we admit being abused ourselves?

We are so right and in place morally, but are we really honest? While we hail “me too” around the world and join the movement from our armchair, we really go all quiet when we need to talk about the skeletons in our own closets.

This mind-set is not restricted to the god- and society-fearing middle class. From the slum dwellers on the footpath who have hundreds of unwed mothers sharing the space, to the high-profile paparazzi-chased society that goes all mum when we ask if they too had a similar experience, we all have the common thread running deep within us.

But let me ask you, readers, if such passive rebellion can help bring the change. From the exploiter to the exploited, everyone is fighting somebody else’s battle. Yes, when you go for these candle marches, the guy who just lit his candle with your flame might have been a predator somewhere to someone. But you wouldn’t know, because his victim too is in the march lighting candles for someone else.

Swaty Prakash
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