Celebrating Banned Books Week
With so mush of the bookish web aswarm with Banned Book Week chatter and my own participation with a review (& giveaway for one of my crocheted bookmarks) of Judy Blume's Are You There God? It's Me Margaret which came out when I was in Junior High and yet I'd never read because I'd been scared off by the conservative freak out at that time, I have been contemplating the whys and wherefores of this urge to make certain stories taboo and wondering how much my own raising in an environment where this was common has affected my own storytelling.
More specifically I'm wondering how much the fact that the majority of the people in my daily life between birth and age 21 were of the opinion that only certain stories and certain ideas were safe or approved by God and everything else must be eschewed in the same way as germs, poison, and excrement has to do with my difficulty in completing the stories I start today.
Is there a part of me that continues to fear certain ideas so much that whenever I get close to them something in me shuts down? Or is it that some aspect of my psyche still fears the disapproval of certain people from that era in my life who are still precious to me? Or maybe it is that I fear offending them? Or God?
Is the conditioning of childhood still so strong that I am still at 50 something stifling my own words even my thoughts? If so, is there any way to stop that?