I love my sons, and I love some individual men. It pains me to say that I don’t feel emotionally safe with them, and perhaps never have with a man, but it needs to be said because far too often we are afraid to say it. This is not a reflection of something broken or damaged in me; it is a reflection of the systems we build and our boys absorb. Those little boys grow into men who know the value of women, the value that’s been ascribed to us by a broken system, and it seeps out from them in a million tiny, toxic ways.
A mother doesn't feel "emotionally safe" with her own boys? They ooze contempt for women "in a million tiny, toxic ways"?
The writer is not alone in her hatred for her children—the link has still more.