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Photo of Simeon Solomon (1840–1905), Jewish painter and member of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. Solomon’s paintings often explored scenes from the Tanakh or of domestic Jewish life. He was arrested and imprisoned in the 1870s for being gay which destroyed his career, however it also brought him to the attention of famed poet Oscar Wilde who collected his works and referenced him in his final work, De Profundis.

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Here’s something to chew on.

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In case you wanna read the article this quote is from: http://rolereboot.org/culture-and-politics/details/2016-05-daughter-know-ok-angry/

Adaptable girls find socially acceptable ways to internalize or channel their discomfort and ire, sometimes at great personal cost. Passive aggressive behavior, anxiety, and depression are common effects. Sarcasm, apathy, and meanness have all been linked to suppressed rage. Troublesome behaviors, such as lying, skipping school, bullying other people, even being socially awkward are often signs that a teenager is dealing with anger that they are unable to name as anger.

Girls, taught to ignore their anger, become disassociated from themselves.

Anger is so successfully sublimated that girls lose the ability to understand what it feels and looks like. Is her heart racing? Does she feel flushed or shaky? Does she clench her jaws at night? Is she breaking out in hives? Does she cry for no reason? Laugh inappropriately during difficult conversations? Fly off the handle over something that seems inconsequential? You can see where I’m going here…those crazy girl hormones, right? Better to just think of it as a phase.

For too many women, however, the phase never ends. It’s lives spent never expressing anger at all and believing that they don’t have the right or ability to do so without great risk.

Ok this is important. I feel like this all the time.

I really feel this. A conversation I had with my psychologist last year after I described what I thought was an anxious reaction to somehow who’d hurt me calling me randomly after over a year. My heart was racing and I was shaking and felt hot all over and was on the verge of tears, and she said. “That sounds like anger. You’re allowed to be angry.” And I became very aware that I had not been able to identify my own anger and even know what it feels like up until that point.

…oh.

My father (ironically somebody who used to have a hell of a temper) would ‘challenge’ me when I was upset or angry as a teen. “You getting angry? Huh? Getting mad? Want to shout?? Want to slam the door and stomp up the stairs??” until I felt like expressing any sort of anger was unacceptable. Taken me a long time (and a bunch of therapy) to figure that out and even longer to actually be able to feel anger. I’m not quite at expressing it, most of the time.