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Rage from The Pavilion – My Family, My Father and Me
single parent family 、 father-daughter relationship 、gender experience 、 self-narrative
|Issue Date: ||2011-05-23 16:34:56 (UTC+8)|
How do I escape, in this academic text and space, from the bond of family, and from its shackles? How do I understand the situation of women within the family: my mother, grandmother and aunt? How do I understand my father? And myself?
Rage from the Pavilion is an account of a father-daughter relationship in between two extended families. It is also the story of family, of my father, and me. I am a child who lost the women who should have raised me (my mother and my mother's mother) in quick succession; I am the responsible elder daughter of a single father; I am also a product of my family, worn down by insinuations that the women must have somehow brought about their own fate,, and by the relentless commandment to study, to achieve. Within the home, I have taken on the role of mother. So, as I support my single-father family, my independent existence is gradually eroded.
While I was at graduate school, my recently retired father followed the advice of some male friends, and built a garden pavilion. Our family pavilion became a public space, a place of talk and meetings. In the pavilion, I observed men and women and their worlds, and I began to have doubts about my situation. I became angry, and my volatile mood produced the rage of the pavilion. I undertook a change of direction, towards explorations of life and away from traditional, formal research. The pavilion came to represent the end of traditional emotional bonds, and a gradual shift in the father-daughter relationship.
This, then, is a story of learning and transformation, as I move back and forth between the domain of the family and the freedom of the classroom.
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