Why Does My Mother See My Brothers As Strangers?
I'm an 18-year-old girl, and I feel like I'm drowning in my own home. My mother's obsession with "modesty" has reached a point where I can barely breathe, slowly destroying my relationships with my dad and my two older brothers (22 and 24).
Everything changed when I turned 14. Suddenly, my clothes weren't just clothes; they were an invitation for scrutiny. If I'm in a nightgown and she hears Papa coming, her eyes widen in panic. "Jaldi! Cover up! What will Papa think?" she hisses, pushing a dupatta or shawl at me—even though he's my father and has seen me my whole life.
It's not just Papa. My brothers, with whom I shared my childhood, now feel like strangers. If they're watching cricket, I'm forbidden from joining if not "appropriately dressed"—meaning full sleeves, a covered neck, a dupatta. Sleeping on the sofa during a late-night movie? An absolute no-go if either brother is awake. She constantly inspects my hair, my posture ("Don't sit with your legs open like that!"), my dress length, even my laughter.
The worst part is the constant feeling that she sees my own family as a threat. It's as if I, her daughter, am a walking temptation to be perpetually policed, even within our home's supposed safety. This isn't about respect; it's a deep-seated fear and mistrust she's projecting onto *us*. My brothers and I used to be so close, but now there's an invisible wall, built with every "cover up" and anxious glance. I miss our easy camaraderie, miss feeling fully and freely part of my own family. I just want to understand why.
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