Lena Dunham & Why Sibling Molestation is Not Amusing or Sexual Play

Dedicated to my step-sister who also remembers.  

I can’t write off Lena Dunham’s descriptions of molesting her little sister as inconsequential even though I like her work, humor and politics. It’s not part of the right-wing conspiracy to be critical or question what she described doing in her memoir.

Just because same sex or sibling molestation can be less violent, extreme or shocking than adult on child molestation doesn’t mean it’s healthy or funny.

The most damaging aspect of same-sex sibling molestation is how agonizingly confusing and overwhelming it is. And for many of us, it’s one small part of a larger dysfunctional family story where sexual trauma is being re-enacted, repeated or acted out on younger siblings by older ones.

It’s complicated.

I know.

I loved my step-sister. We shared the same first and middle name as me – Christine Marie – and the same baby brother. Christine was four years older than me which means when I was in first grade she was in fifth. When I was in fifth grade she was starting high school. She never treated me like an annoying little sister, though I sometimes was. Usually, she was kind. I looked up to her, followed her and thought her cool, worldly and beautiful. She found me funny, smart and sweet. We even loved the same dog.

All of that was true.

As is this.

Sometimes I woke in my bunk bed with her masturbating on my thigh. Other times she would slide her hands under my shirt during long car rides while we were put in the way back. Christine had sex with a friend, in the bed, while I was in the corner. When I was about fourteen and visiting her apartment she did drugs, drank and invited over a neighbor named Horny Howie who liked to open the top of my shirt and look it.

I let him and she did too and probably for the same reason. Horny Howie’s behavior was odd, uncomfortable and gross and it was also familiar.

Horny Howie was like her father, my step-father – the guy I called Dad. “Dad” came into my life before I had a vocabulary or was out of diapers and while my “real” father was in Vietnam and were separated. Dad was 45, divorced, smoked and had four children from a previous marriage. My mother was nineteen and had two babies and an ex who was abusive, alcoholic and in Vietnam.

Dad was older than my grandmother and his kids were the same age as my aunts. Boundaries and clear cut roles were fuzzy and stretched.
Christine’s life wasn’t much more clear. She was the youngest and only girl of Dad’s children. I’m guessing he fondled her, did post-shower inspections to make sure naked bodies were really clean and forced lip kissing, hugging and sitting on his lap, as he did with us. He wasn’t secretive about thigh grabbing or ass pinching as it was considered who and how he was. Annoying, fresh and “dirty old man” were the kinds of phrases my mother used to describe him. In other words, his  behavior that was tolerated, normalized and continuous.
For many of us, abuse by an older sibling is one part of a bigger dysfunctional whole. For many of us, sexual inappropriateness in childhood is as common and irritating as mosquitos are – frequent. pesky and out in force when it’s dark. I didn’t have insect repellant as a kid or a mother who sprayed it on.
My reading is filtered through my experience – and it’s personal – but it’s also political – because the personal is political.
My step-brother, ten years my senior, had a problem with drugs and used to torture bugs, animals and people. Once, I watched as he strangled my aunt once during a vacation before another bother stopped him. He was the oldest and like a wasp that didn’t even die after stinging.
I despised him and my step father. But not Christine. I loved her, admired her and never feared, protested or squirmed away. Her molestation wasn’t the most frightening thing done to me a s a child but it did mess with my head.
Being molested by my step-sister made me feel strange and spacey. I didn’t know words like “No” or “Stop” and had no one to say them to. I responded the way a child does – with my body. I ate too much, wet the bed and tied all four corners of my purple and white sheet to the metal top bunk over my mattress. There, I could climb in, alone and hide while swinging myself to sleep.

My step-sister was not an adult. It’s not her fault she was left in charge of me so often. I realize she was missing boundaries, rules, attuned parents and any knowledge about safety or privacy.  She was acting out the abuse likely done to her. For this reason I don’t think of her as a sexual predator.

According to Twitter Grace Dunham isn’t calling her sister one either.

But that doesn’t mean what was done is funny.

With Christine I learned that love and abuse are often simultaneous. Childhood help me get skilled at putting up with betrayal and being dismissed and invisible. Because of Christine I learned that people I love and admire will use me for their sexual pleasure. I learned that whether I was awake or asleep I could substitute for a blow-up doll for someone else’s desire, acting out or compulsion.

Guess how fun that makes developing a healthy sense of self and an embodied sexuality?  It’s a long-ass time and process which is agonizingly grueling and brutal. It’s possible, mercifully, but it’s not quick or easy.

This took years of work to untangle. By years I mean decades.

Plus, please don’t call sexual molestation sexual exploration.  Don’t make light or funny and don’t assume it’s the same as normal sibling or friend exploration. Even same age sexual experiences can be exploitive. We know bullying happens between same age kids in school or neighborhoods. It happens at home as well. It’s not less serious because it’s between the same sex, or siblings or in private.

This is part of the reason some of us are so “triggered” and upset. In fact, Lena Dunham has apologized for being insensitive. I’m glad. Apology accepted.

But  it’s no joke. It’s not funny. And for many of us is part of a bigger and serious family problem.

Note: I’m on the speaker’s bureau for RAINN (Rape and Incest National Network) and have shared my sibling (and step-father) molestation in a forthcoming book by Rebecca Street entitled, You Can Help

Photo credit: Margaret Bellafiore

Photo credit: Margaret Bellafiore

Photo credit: Margaret Bellafiore

Photo credit: Margaret Bellafiore

 

 

 

 




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Comments

  1. Keep writing it. Keep calling it what it is…
    Also, your link didn’t work. Too important not to have the link work.

  2. I have a son and a daughter who are close in age and I see the natural curiosity between them. But we’ve also talked a lot about what it means to have boundaries, something no one ever taught me. I was molested by a girl who bullied me and even though we were the same age, the fact that she had power over me as a bully made all the difference between sexual exploration and molestation. What you’ve shared is really powerful and thought provoking.

    • Cissy White says

      Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Your writing is fabulous. We talk about bullying so much now which is I think is great but this topic is still hard for many to discuss. I’m glad more of us are speaking up and out from our own experiences and talking to our children as well so they better understand boundaries, what they are and how to respect their own and others.

  3. I think it’s very gracious of you to accept lena’s apology. But your story makes me furious at her defenders, and that awful tumblr (I won’t name it here)

    • I’m furious at her defenders as well – not the ones who disagree – but the ones who mimic, mock and make even the questioning of what she describes appear to only be a right-wing conspiracy by those who are bashing feminists and who say those of us who have questions are not really feminists.

  4. When I , who came from a core family that had none of any sexual predation, read these accounts and have been exposed to it at all closely just in talking to people who have, such as an abused foster child and a niece of mine, I get pretty blown away. More people than most folks recognize, live in a world where predation is a norm. The “power” person sets the standard and the victim gets to try and figure out what should or shouldn’t be okay while the predator doesn’t really care. I’ve seen a bunch of Dunham’s stuff, which as theater can be absorbing. I’m new to this blog, so I don’t know all the history between Cissy and Dunham, but Dunham seems like a pretty good rationalizer if I get the drift. Also, from my perspective, almost as chilling as the behavior of the predator is, in some ways, the way some people who are in some way dependent on the predator stick by them even after they’ve been exposed is at best, sad, and at worst, enabling. That, I have witnessed in my extended family and it’s blown apart just about every relationship within that immediately affected family.

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