There are families in this country who live without food, furniture, proper clothing, emotional or physical stability, heat and running hot water. Accountability is a question mark. We don’t like to talk about it because it means exploring our part in the story. These same families fight, have good and bad habits, create traditions, make promises to and ultimately love each other. I know them because they’re like my family and I love them. Thanks to faith, education and some unknown x-factor called resilience, we’ve now got food in our respective fridges, our own real beds and winter coats. We also have student loan debt. Sorry financial gurus; there was nothing left in the budget to roll over into a magic money making snowball. Also, I’m told I suffer from ‘poverty mentality’. Perhaps you could write a book about that?
The perfect family doesn’t exist. But there are lots of good ones. Families we tend to like best are often not our own, which I find funny. Something about the degree of separation from disappointed parental egos or heirloom expectations; maybe that’s the secret. Healthy detachment from inheritance. Personally I’ve found independence, recovery and living 3,000 miles away equatesto immeasurable, relative appreciation and happiness. We’re white, mostly Irish, French and English mutts. There’s Abenaki blood on my mother’s side but since The People of the Dawn Land ran away from war and retreated to Canada the Abenaki were renamed The Invisible People and are not recognized as a once Native American tribe. Invisible People resonates. My extended family are hilarious and fantastic, from a distance. It’s hard to say that because I’m a recovering codependent, but it’s true. They’d tell you the same about me. My eating disorder gives everyone heartburn.
Wealthy people have the luxury of hiding dysfunctions behind cashmere and square footage. I got to know and love these families too because I was very good at cleaning sprawling messes. One woman I worked for said I was gifted with closet organization. It’s like magic! I can open the doors and boom! Go! Boom! Go! Yes. And I can stay here and give your only child free therapy. Privilege doesn’t equate with happiness or even ensure health, it just makes it easier to consistently meet basic needs. You get to look like you know what you’re doing so people don’t question your behavior. When you’re poor all your stuff is out and you can’t afford to do anything about it. Motivation. When there’s enough physical comfort we tend to avoid the potential discomfort of confronting things we don’t like that might require our effort to change. We’re innately designed for growth but something has to light the fire. We all experience adversity or loss and it hurts. The distinguishing factor, as we see in the film The Glass Castle is that, when you’re poor and you get burned you can’t afford the things you need to heal; professional help, time and space. It’s the gift of this wound which propelled Jeanette to work herself up and out of what she’d known. For me it was wanting my very own bar of soap and an indoor shower. The last one we had was rotting into the frame and had a draft so I count it as outside too. I hate that my current landlord controls how much hot water we get to use, about 15 minutes worth. I’ve decided my marker for ultimate, worldly success will be the ability to take hours long hot showers. This would be terrible for the environment but I might build up enough sense of entitlement to blind me from the selfishness of my maybe someday ways.
Having read a handful of film reviews and spoken to a friend about it yesterday, I felt compelled to weigh in. The responses seem to range from ambivalence to curiously, detached applause. Some reviews reminded me of conversations with the public when we talk about historical trauma; verbal tip toeing around social shit, as if we’re trying to be polite about all the things that stink. Unless there’s a Hallmark card for it we have no common language for the multi-dimensional, human experience. Happy Birthday. Congratulations. Sorry Your Mom Emotionally Incested You and Now You’re Struggling with Sex Addiction, Sorry You Regret Having Kids; Who Doesn’t? I love you. Hallmark, call me. Others out-right condemned the glamorized portrayal of substance use and parental neglect. Why not follow the storytellers logic and embrace the truth, which lives between extreme assessments? Nope. We prefer to tell ourselves the feel-good version which involves two, oversimplified choices: Dragon. Princess. This logic is why half of all marriages fail. Most princesses are dragons before coffee.
I’d read the book when it first came out and appreciated the unfiltered portrait of dysfunctional, rural poverty and self-absorbed, parental neglect alongside dignity, humor, determination and love. Through telling her story Jeanette offers an experiential lesson in emotional intelligence and a depth of character we rarely see on such a large platform. It was transformational for me and yet I understand the resistance. We prefer definitive judgements with clear consequences because adaptive problem solving is harder to operationalize. Jesus figured it out. Apparently we’re just supposed to love people. Yeah but but but… I know. There are many events from my past that will never be ok. Sexual abuse, addiction, violence, explosions, attempted kidnapping (relax, we’re fine) and probably Spam (even though it’s also kind of great) are not ok. Many things in our world are horrific, evil, terrible, awful things. For example, there’s a wildly popular show about this one family where the mother sold her daughters into pornography, retail and modeling to pay for her plastic surgery. They all seem to need therapy but instead they just keep getting more famous. I wonder if anyone thought to call DHS for those kids? They’re really beautiful, have all the branded things and live in many lavish homes so, we probably assume they’re just fine.
No spoiler alerts here. I’d hoped the film would inspire new awareness about life outside a mainstream ideal and what we could do as a society to come alongside those who may be struggling and empower them so we could live in harmony. I guess it’s not utopia time yet. I would’ve preferred a less chaotic childhood. Can’t help but wonder about the difference a secret fortune makes. At the same time I trust the process and find interesting things worth discovering through the healing work. What’s the alternative? We should never stop advocating for change or speaking out against injustice. We should continue to support each other, share our truths, thoughts and questions. And if we want to experience peace in this life, learn to embrace reality and find a way to love what is good.