I am a 40-year-old widow with a 20-year-old son from a small town in Assam, India. And I have sexual desires that’s too much for you to digest.
Being a motherless fourth daughter of a police officer who had cancer, my life was not easy since the very beginning. A troubled childhood taught me how horrible it is to be born as a girl in a backward, conservative family of a small town. My younger brother (who was just a year younger than me) got all the attention and love from my dad and relatives, whereas we (girls) always felt unwanted. In a way, we were used to being mistreated. For my dad, we were nothing but a curse, a burden. In spite of this negative atmosphere, there was something that made my life beautiful. The wonderful nature of my surroundings helped me dream of a better future. One day in front of a calm river in the summers and while staring at the rising sun, a 10-year-old promised herself that she would become a good mother.
I couldn’t escape the infamous tag in our society one way or the other but still, it was a great relief for me. And no I don’t feel ashamed feeling the way I did.
I never enjoyed my teens like my friends did. I gave up my love for painting even though I could see a bright future for myself in that field. I couldn’t fight with my dad for the things I needed to continue with my hobby, I just found it easier to give it up. He wanted to give his son a secured future with lots of money. So, he decided to save each penny for my brother. How could I ask him for a new book that I wanted to read or a box of watercolours?
But that wasn’t the end of it all, a challenging adulthood was waiting for me with open arms when I grew up. An early marriage, an alcoholic and a drug addict for a husband, a baby, and an incomplete education were enough reasons to break me mentally. But this time around I decided to not give up, no matter what. I remembered my promise to myself in front of that river. It was the start of a real struggle. I couldn’t file for a divorce as I didn’t have either money or the time. Plus I had to be the good mother to my son. I decided to live separately without getting the tag of a divorcee. I was earning my bread and butter through a job, I was studying, and was looking after my son. I couldn’t marry again as I was still ‘legally married’. Finally when my irresponsible husband died, I got the tag of a widow.
Does it sound bad? Maybe, but I believe my long struggling life gives me the right to feel so. I am not that 18-year-old girl anymore who didn’t express her pain or her thoughts or didn’t raise her voice socially/legally against injustice once upon a time. I’m not being a hypocrite here. But begging for my rights didn’t get me anywhere.
Society wants a divorcee or a widow to live her whole life without sex, regardless of when she lost the physical intimacy. It could’ve been at age of 18, it could’ve been at 50. But, nobody cares. I always found sex healthy and this taboo of not being able to do it suffocates me a little everyday.
I may not wish to get remarried for many reasons, the biggest being my son. But does that mean I have no sexual needs or I shouldn’t have any? Finding an appropriate person as a life partner AGAIN is not an easy task for a widow in the Indian society. I fail to understand why I am NOT allowed to have a healthy sexual life.
In a situation where most people don’t want women to talk about sex and related topics, I can imagine how much hatred I might face after expressing my thoughts on my sexual desires publicly. But it is one of my basic needs. I don’t deny it and I don’t want to. I crave for a sexual touch every night I try hard to go to sleep.
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