Saving Our Boys

JF2I grew up with a brother who struggled with mental illness.

My parents must have looked at the boy who wet his pants in his third-grade classroom or hesitated to mix in with other shirtless boys who didn’t mind getting their shoes muddied from playing soccer.  A talented and sensitive artist, my brother did not cope well with the conflicting parenting styles; while our father harnessed him with reigns and latches to man him up, our mother hovered around him to compensate for what she thought he didn’t get from her husband.

By the time I was born seven years later, my brother saw my presence as a reflection of his own incompetence and an emblem of shame. I was my parents’ hope of what he could have been. At a young age, I witnessed his unmasked agony, which was raw and wild, often manifesting itself in verbal and emotional violence against me.

Looking back, his world of what it meant to be a man was a collage of parental obsession, a false sense of masculinity, and overprotection. An already a sensitive child who loved simple things in life, my parents’ norms and pressure drove him to run after the things he abhorred: power, success, and masculinity.

 Parents must invite their sons to be sad, afraid, hurt, silly and affectionate, and must embrace them as often as they snuggle their daughters. Sweet boys learn early on that they can defend themselves against loneliness by reaching out and asking for support rather than turning into people who, literally, grab for power.   

-Faith Salie @TIMES “How to Raise a Sweet Son in the Era of Angry Men” 

 

In his early 50’s, he is still searching for the boyhood he never had.

Before my father passed away, I remember how Father summoned his courage to tell me that, as a father, he had so much anxiety about raising a son who seemed aloof, distant, and fragile. He didn’t know how to instruct him as he himself was raised by a father who always expected so much out of him.

I am not sure how to navigate this field of boyhood, becoming a man, or even how to listen to them. I feel like a bystander.

Perhaps there’s nothing I can do to help the parents and the boys who struggle. What all I can do is holding onto Holden’s philosophy of dismissing the world full of phonies and what I can do is to be the watchman on the tower to make sure that their journey is safe and fun.

 

 



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