You're putting all the onus on mothers. Children have two parents.
The common thread here is conservatism, not boy moms. Your comment about gussying up the girls for pageants proves it. That's not raising. That's grooming. That's sexually objectifying your little girl and putting her on display for all thr world to see. That's neglect too.
You're also conveniently ignoring the influence of Dobbs' Focus on the Family in conservative circles. It's been devastating for familial dynamics for all FAMILIES , not just moms, who have been propagandized by their church to raise their children with these ideas, whether they knew that's where they came from or not.
Look at you. You ended up trafficked and an addict. It's not just the boys who suffer and struggle in adulthood, particularly young adulthood, with this raising.
Being parentified is neglect too. It robs you of your own childhood. Being constantly surveillance and harshly criticized over every little thing is neglect too. You never develop self esteem or confidence. You become a people pleaser. Sound familiar?
You're jumping on the bandwagon here to trash moms rather than look the whole picture. Again.
That's disappointing.
Conservatives, particularly religious conservatives think of their children as property, commodities, or extensions of themselves. That's what it comes down to. That's not just on the moms. It's the dads, the rest of the family, the church they attend, schools, and their whole community.
There's a reason why conservatives tend to crave an insular life with the homeschooling or school vouchers for Christian academies, focusing ALL their family time around the church, and self isolating from others. They want that constant reinforcement of their beliefs.
Raising Urchling, I had little girls who spent the night burst into tears for NOT being yelled at for a mistake, to be the first point of concern if something glass got broken, to not be tasked with chores but to be thanked for helping out as a part od thr family. Literal. Tears. For being valued. Out of all of Urchling's friends, only a handful ever wanted to go home. You would be surprised at how many asked if they could live with us at 9 and 10 years old. Willing to leave higher wealth and privilege behind to know what it means to belong.
Even the boys in the apartment complex often found their way to my door. For the exact same thing....to know what it feels like to belong. Most of these boys had fathers or father figures that were loafers while mom worked 2 or 3 jobs to put food on the table. Couldn't be fussed to spend time with their own kids and full of grievance. It's NOT just the moms. These boys wandered around, eventually got into some mischief, and then got whipped half to death for being bored and curious. They didn't bring all their creepy crawly finds to their parents, they brought them to me. They began checking thr playground structure for black widows, looking out for the little kids, once somebody, me, crawled around d with them and showed them what to look for and where. They came over to draw with Urchling and ended up making cookies or Popsicles with me. We built stuff. They talked. A lot. A LOT A LOT. They virtually never shut up.
Not everyone raises their kids the conservative way.
