I'd
say my childhood was pretty average really, good bits and bad bits as
any normal family. There was a lot of arguing and hostility between my
parents and they really should have had a divorce because it often made a
bad atmosphere for a day or two after an argument. On the whole, they
were normal parents except for their marital problems. I always spent
more time with my dad than with my mum because my mum and I never really
got along all that well; a personality clash I guess. It was a shame,
but you cannot force a person to like you and get along with you.
[...] [W]e
were always very very careful about contraception because we feared
genetic defects. I did have a child with another man after my dad I
broke up.
I broke up with this other man after a couple of years, though, because
the relationship had gone sour and I didn't want to repeat my parents'
mistakes and bring my child up in the middle of constant bickering.
It was even more than just bickering. From another source:
He was a control freak, jealous and
possessive, I couldn't take it any more[, the] micromanagement and accusations
of cheating (something I'd never do). In the end he became violent and
that's why I ended the relationship. Despite the bad break-up, I still
speak to him and he still has contact with our child. I've tried to
rebuild a friendship with him based on the fact that a child deserves to
know both parents, and although it's hard, I'm succeeding in that.
She continues:
Well,
I remember the first day I saw [my dad] in that light because I
remember thinking, "Why couldn't more blokes be just like him, easy to
get along with, approachable, chilled out?"
We just understood each other on so many levels. It took a few weeks
before we kissed for the first time, and that was completely
spontaneous, but I think on some level we both knew what was happening
between us. It only took a couple of months after that for us to become
full sexual partners. As for who made the first move, we both did, it
was something that just happened.
She was 20 at the time.
I was
trying to get my head around my feelings, because at the time I thought
that we might have been wrong or perverted or something, although it
certainly didn't feel that way. It's only since I've been able to speak
to other people on the Internet
that I've realized that my feelings and thoughts were normal and
common. It was a confusing time to say the least. I wanted to be like
everyone else and be able to tell people that I'd found the right guy,
but with him being my dad, that was impossible. It was awful having to
bottle so much up, because I was excited about the new relationship and
over the moon happy. Ever tried to suppress happy? It's not easy. I knew
he was my one.
[...] Before
it happened, I'd actually internalized society's expectations and
views, without even realizing that I'd done so. I just assumed that only
screwed up people would do such a thing, and never did I suspect I was a
likely candidate for such an experience. Needless to say, when things
began to move in that direction, I soon changed my attitude.
In every other respect we're normal people and I think this could
potentially happen to anyone if they are capable of feeling attraction
towards a family member. I feel some attraction towards my uncle, too.
He's just unbelievably attractive... at least I think so, but he is
happily married with small children and I would never want to break up
their home, so I won't even go there.
[...] Since
we've broken up we've remained good friends, but we keep some distance
because it would be so easy to get back together again, and I don't
think he would want that, even though I definitely do. I still see him
as my dad, but he is also my ex-partner. The roles of being family and
lover are not
incompatible, in fact they go together as well as biscuits and cheese in
my experience. Contrary to popular public opinion, breaking up does not result in catastrophic family meltdown. The father/daughter aspect of our relationship is completely intact.
[...] For
us [having to hide] it felt like a cloud of doom hanging over us. Apart from the
secrecy, there is no other disadvantage I can think of from these types
of relationships, and that disadvantage wouldn't even be there if people
understood what these relationships really are about. I'd say that
consanguineous relationships have some special advantages, like knowing
the other person more completely before committing to a relationship,
they tend to be more deep. I've spoken to many online who feel this way
too.
[...] First
of all, [if you find out someone you know is consanguinamorous] don't panic and flip out, and don't assume that they are sick or
anything. They're the same people you've always known. Their
sexuality just isn't what you expected it to be. It should be no
different than finding out that your relative is gay. Also, don't think
that because they're consanguinamarous that they'll automatically want
to have sex with any and all family members. [...] Just as straight people don't want to bed every member of
the opposite sex, or gay people don't want to bed every member of the
same sex, consanguineous people don't want to bed their whole family.
Like in all other relationships, the mutual attraction has to be there,
otherwise nothing happens. Whatever you do, don't get the police, it's
really not helpful or necessary.
Elsewhere, she had this to say about how she feels:
It's been a while since that relationship ended,
and so I am now a single mum, and would rather remain alone unless dad
returns to me. My time with him was the happiest in my life. We've
talked about everything that's happened. I know he still loves me, and
he was devastated when my ex did what he did to me. He said he couldn't
imagine why anyone would ever want to hurt me. Me and dad are now more
like best friends, but I know that the feelings still run very deep
within both of us, we will never be like a traditional father and
daughter, because our relationship added so much emotion on top of those
'normal' feelings.
I know one thing, never again will I try to force myself to be anything
other than what I naturally am. I am happy to be who and what I am. It's
society that has the problem with us, and that's my point, it's their
problem, not ours. If things had been different my dad wouldn't be
carrying about all the guilt of having felt like he did something bad
when he didn't, all he did was break a rule that shouldn't be there to
begin with. In fact we would never have broken up in the first place,
and quite likely we would have been very happily married. I miss him
like crazy and I want him back, but I do not know if that will ever be
possible. He's my soul mate, the only one I've ever loved so completely,
and he's my dad. I carry no shame or guilt, because I am glad to be me
and I am better off for my experience. I only wish he could feel so
confident and comfortable with his sexuality too. One day, maybe he will
come back to me, I live in hope.
The more I’ve talked
with her, the more impressed I’ve been with how intelligent and
articulate she is. She has a very strong sense of who she is. She
keeps reminding me of the main character from The Unspeakable Act.
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