HA note: The following is reprinted with permission from Sarah Henderson’s blog Feminist in Spite of Them. It was originally published on her blog on September 3, 2013.
In my last post, I made a brief mention of how living in a state of survival affected my mental health. I thought it would be a good idea to expand on this issue, because in my opinion it is the crux of why having quiverfull families and homeschooling in chaos is abusive to the children involved.
As I have mentioned before, doing something that causes harm to your child is abusive regardless of your intentions or religious justification. Children are do not become raised in a vacuum. Children do not have the ability to protect their own interests, and as I have shown in a previous post, in fact unfortunately do not have the right to do so. Therefore it is a parent’s job to try to protect their children from harm as much as possible – no perfection required – and to introduce good things and reduce negative influences as much as possible. It is my belief that that most parents would not argue with this assertion, because most parents have their children’s best interests in mind.
When a child is raised a quiverfull family, there is a core belief involved that stipulates that older children should help raise their younger siblings.
This is commonly known to those outside the quiverfull movement as the “buddy system”, but survivors sometimes call this “sister-moms”. The use of older siblings to care for younger siblings can cause various levels of neglect depending on how organized the family is and whether there is homeschooling involved. It is typically simply impossible for a mother of 6 or more children to recover from childbirth and unending pregnancies at the same time as being able to provide adequate care to that many children, provide adequate schooling for that many different grades, cook nutritious meals, do laundry, and keep house. Don’t get me wrong, I do not object to children having chores. I do object to a ten year old child being responsible for a whole department of parenting or housekeeping, such as all cooking, or all laundry or all cleaning or all child care.
This is the difference between a child helping with chores, and “the use” of children to help raise other children or “take over” certain aspects of being a housekeeping mother. When there is a high level of chaos, the older children can become invested in running the household. Indeed, that is the goal of quiverfull families: to pass on the ideals of raising a big family and having women stay in the home and replicate the family values as soon as they are old enough. However, this emotional investment will have one of two outcomes: either the sister-mom will succeed in pulling off an inappropriate amount of responsibility in the home and move on to their own submissive marriage and many children without ever experiencing her own life, or she will fail at the vast amount of work required to raise a family as a young teen. If she succeeds, it is a tragedy.
If she fails – and many fail – she will be subject to shame by others inside and outside the family. The problem is, in order for a daughter to participate in the investment I described above, there is a certain amount of self-deception required. The girl must become oblivious to her own needs and desires, ignore her own sexuality, and truly believe in the moral obligation to participate, to the exclusion of all other life paths. Otherwise she will object to what is being taken from her.
The other important factor apart from self-deception is self-preservation.
In a chaotic situation, there is difficulty in maintaining discipline, and some parents do not have the skills to do so with a few children, let alone over half a dozen. Child abuse and “squeaky wheel” parenting is very common, where children are punished for being loud and only receive help when they are insistent enough to get it but not loud enough to warrant punishment. In this type of environment, there is not enough parental supervision to guarantee good behavior, so they may depend on older children to help supervise the younger children. Sometimes this means that if younger children misbehave, the child responsible for watching them may also be punished for not preventing the infraction. When this happens, the goal becomes less about moral behavior and more about each child protecting themselves from punishment.
A sister-mom who has juggled age-inappropriate levels of chores and child care for years, and is responsible for the behavior of others, lives in a haze of survival. They do not let themselves fully absorb what is going on around them, and do not allow themselves to experience the unfairness in their lives. When a failure takes place, the entire facade crumbles down. The girl will realize that the very parts of herself, the very skills she takes pride in, are what makes her different and scarred compared to others the same age. She will realize other girls have something she does not have: an identity outside of someone else’s children and ideology. If a girl fails at being a sister-mom, there is nothing left unless she makes something happen. If you have no other identity and no social skills, building these from scratch as a teenager seems like an insurmountable task.
The process of disillusionment that takes place is terrifying and horrifying.
Imagine spending several years working on something you really believed in, and investing every moment of every day in it, and believing that it was your life purpose, and one day it simply falls away. Teenaged girls in this situation are typically quite sheltered as well, and tend to not know much about depression and self-harm, which means that they are exposed to the life-changing effects without understanding what is going on, and believing that they are deficient in some way and are the only one in the world going through those feelings.
Quiverfull families are not open to exploring such issues and seeking help, and such help would be counter-productive to the goals of the ideology. Sometimes such girls retreat from their moment of clarity back into the haze and try again. Others are given help within the ideological circle, and the girls are encouraged to suppress their feelings. Others leave.
For the ones who leave and start their lives over outside the quiverfull community, it can take years to start to feel normal. It is difficult to feel normal when you are not living the purpose you have been taught, and are no longer pursuing those goals. Another important aspect is that as a sister-mom, a girl will raise children who are not hers. When she leaves, she walks away from small children who she loves and they know her as the source of food and comfort. It is impossible to fully describe the loss this causes, and the unselfish teachings from childhood can make it difficult to move forward with one’s own life when there is a huge part of the soul that is still attached to the raising and protecting of younger siblings.
When a girl starts to open up to her own life, she will start to realize how much of her life has been used up to pursue the goals of someone else. There is resentment towards both the parents and the siblings, which brings with it the conflict of not wanting to resent siblings for what they had no control over. Sister-moms are taught to not pursue their own goals and to malign typical ‘worldly’ goals, and it can be painful to process what is right and wrong and pick a moral code to live by. Sister-moms who leave will often also simply miss their families and feel rejection because they cannot stay and live their lives. They will feel confusion and shame, and be afraid of going to hell for their actions.
They experience the conflict of self-preservation both while living in the haze and while getting out. All these experiences can trigger depression, self-harm, and self-destructive behavior, and when a girl is used to living in a haze of denial, it is very difficult to get out of the new haze of depression if she falls into it.
A parent risking a girl’s mental health to get help with child raising other children is abuse.
So much painful truth in this post.
I really want to comment but the words keep falling away. What you said, Jeri.
I am so sorry for this path you have walked. It is good you are seeing more clearly. I pray that you will continue to find what you are looking for and seeking!
After I left home I worked for a time in a girls’ boarding school. It was our job to ensure that the girls (aged 14 – 16) did their turn on the duty roster (say, putting out laundry bags or keeping the common room tidy.) I was amazed at how hard it was to get them to do their chores. Many were the occasions when I wanted to say to a girl, ‘Young lady, at your age I was cooking meals for ten most nights, dressing, changing and feeding two babies every morning, and planning the menu for the week, and yet you can’t pick up your towel?’
It gave an interesting insight into the Normal Teenager, that’s for sure 🙂
On a side note, although I agree with all the above, I LOVED looking after my baby brothers. They are still my best friends today. I am sure this is because of the early companionship. I do strongly feels there needs to be waaaaaayyy more awareness and balance of this issue however.
…. “’squeaky wheel’ parenting is very common, where children are punished for being loud and only receive help when they are insistent enough to get it but not loud enough to warrant punishment.” So, so true. I was one of those “sister-moms” who objected and thought that I deserved a parent too. So I was always “rebellious” and a disappointment. Less so now. But this article right here captures so much of what I’m talking about when I say that our family had aspects of QF, and my siblings don’t understand what I mean because they only think “patriarchy” when they hear QF.
I’m so sorry that you felt like a disappointment to your parents, I did too. I still do. I was also rebellious and headstrong and yet simultaneously I felt so guilty and horrible for being a bad daughter. I felt like I owed my parents (especially my mom) because I was such a difficult child. I had even been their most difficult baby. So sacrificing my childhood to be a junior mom was really the least I could do. The occasional tantrums that I still threw just put me further into their debt. What pains me now is that they have pretty much forgotten or glossed over those years and I am now their least favorite child because they do not approve of some of the choices that I have made and because I am not beautiful and sweet and cheerful like my younger sisters. I know they are still disappointed in me.
I was one of only two children, due to my mom’s inability to carry any of the many children conceived after a vasectomy reversal. I saw alot of the above in familes we were around, though, and it is sad. There are some who seem to parent all of their children, and just expect help and responsibility from all of them. Alot of the QF families, though, seem to try really hard to parent the first few children, but then they are too tired to care any more by the last few, and chuck them off on the older siblings. Why keep having kids when you don’t want to parent them, then force your older children to give up their childhood to do what you no longer wish to do? It’s sad!
My family, though religious, was not a part of the quiverfull culture but my mother had 7 children plus two stillbirths and too many miscarriages for me to even remember how many it was. I was the second child and the first girl. My parents were not abusive but I was given many, many responsibilities for housework and childcare. I was a strong-willed child and often got in trouble (usually for reading books instead of doing chores) but I was always very responsible and mature when it came to childcare. My two youngest siblings were like my own children, and I was asked many times by rude strangers if I was a teen mom. We also homeschooled and I would teach my siblings daily. Their education was much more important to me (and oddly, to my parents) than my own education. While my other siblings had lots of friends and played sports or musical instruments or had dance lessons, I did nothing but take care of my own family and babysit for other families for money. I loved babysitting because it was so easy! Much easier than working at home. I pretty much went to church, babysat, and took care of my home and family. My mother was my best friend and she really is a sweet person, but she was often ill, pregnant, or depressed so it was really hard.I always felt like I needed to protect her. When I turned 18 I got my GED and left home to be a nanny in a big city. It was like a beautiful vacation! I suddenly had weekends and evening off! I even began to consider going to college although I hadn’t really done any school work other than studying GED prep books for years. I met a wonderful man and got married very young, my parents HATE my husband and my mother and I have had a strained relationship for the past 13 years now because I got married to a man she hates. My husband gave me the courage and unconditional love and support I needed to finally attend college. I am now working on my second degree. My mom belives that my success is due to the homeschooling but really it is in spite of it. Out of 7 children only 3 of us have gone to college, and in the case of the other 2 they actually went to public high schools (mostly to play sports) which prepared them for college. My kids will not be homeschooled and I am trying very hard not to make my oldest daughter into a “sister-mom.” I want my children to have the freedom to pursue their own dreams and not feel as though they have to take care of me or their siblings.
Never heard the term “sister-mom” until now, but I guess that was what I was. My parents didn’t homeschool for religious reasons, but I believe largely because of some sort of cluster B mental illness that my mother suffered (everyone else was incompetent according to her.) I originally thought that my father just acquiesced to her wishes, but Now I think he suffered his own brand of mental issues. My best guess is mom was tired of raising kids, and pulled us middle girls out of school to help shoulder the burden of raising the younger siblings that she felt less inclined to do being in her forties. Truth is, we preferred when she left for the day to do whatever she did so that we didn’t have to endure her mercurial moods and abuse. I feel fortunate that I had some public schooling under my belt, but my younger siblings did not fare so well considering that virtually no schooling took place. What did usually played out like scenes from “Mommy Dearest.” My father seems to believe that their foray in homeschooling was a tremendous success and has completely turned a blind eye to the horrific educational neglect that we suffered. OAN, it always shocked me how helpless my friends seemed growing up I.e. their mothers would awaken when they did to fetch them breakfast, they didn’t know how to do laundry in high school, needed “training” on how to change a diaper before the birth of their first child. I was incredulous at how unskilled they were when I had been performing all the above since the age of five. I guess I feel fortunate, in some weird regard, that my mother believed that organized religion was beneath her as well. I could see how the religious steamrolling could’ve made it that much more unbearable.