A home is a trap
I find nothing more demeaning than being seen in the kitchen preparing food. My mother was a housewife all her life and, even though she professed to be happy, I know she felt forced into the role because women were understood by her as second class citizens who had to do that because of their lowly status. She was overweight and depressed and felt shame about her sex. Shame is a powerful thing and as a child and now adult, I associated "fat-housewife-food-lowly woman" so that now I can't help but feel that any good gained from the food I make is counteracted by these deep, visceral messages about being a woman engaging in the activity in the first place.
This gut reaction to anything labelled as "women's work" extends into a feeling that a home is a trap and certainly not a place where one can relax and as such, I have lived in many residences and none felt like home. Nowhere ever has done, not even as a child because of how my mother was and I don't think this can ever change for me now (I am in my forties).
Does anyone else feel this way? Is this normal?