Some people progress in their development while others regress. See this example of somebody who infantilizes herself and stunts her own growth between the ages of 17 and 25:
You see, I had an abortion in 2004 when I was 17-years-old and [my parents] found out about it nearly a year later when my mother read my diary. They confronted me about it, and while we eventually got past this rough spot in our relationship, we didn’t really ever discuss all our feelings with one another. At the time, I was so furious that my privacy had been violated that I had absolutely no regard for their feelings. In fact, I didn’t even think they had a right to have feelings. It was my abortion and my secret and it had been shared without my consent. If they were sad or upset then well, that was their punishment.
It has been eight years since that all happened, and while I can still relate to the teenager in me who was so enraged, I have come a long way in forgiving my parents and finally understanding that the friends, family, and partners of women who have abortions also have complex reactions to the abortion and deserve an outlets through which to process them.
I don’t blame this woman for “growing down rather than growing up” (I’m using Annis Pratt’s apt terminology). With this kind of horrible parents one doesn’t stand a whole lot of a chance to develop into anything but a beaten down, zombified creature. The story of female Bildung over the course of the last 100 years has been this: a woman tries to grow and liberate herself from the constraints of her patriarchal environment, discovers that the task is insurmountable, and willingly infantilizes herself. This is how stories of female development (or, rather, stunted development) always end:
I’m so glad that I finally got a chance to clear the air with my folks. As it turns out, they’re pretty insightful people, and I learned a lot from what they had to say. I also got a chance to apologize for being defensive and resentful when they needed love and support.
The poor idiot has her privacy violated in the most egregious way, and she is the one apologizing because she allowed her personal issues to matter more to her for a second than her parents’ need to cannibalize her existence. Instead of parenting them, she dared to take care of herself and has now repented of this grave sin against the patriarchy.
I have read over 100 female Bildungsromane in the past 6 years and, starting in early XXth century, they are all like that. This tendency towards self-effacement and stunting one’s own growth becomes more and more pronounced with every victory of the women’s liberation movement. Simply put, a heroine of a 2013 Bildungsroman sacrifices her growth and stunts herself far more easily and willingly than a heroine of a 1913 Bildungsroman.