I’ve just realised that shame with the emotion of my childhood.
I was talking in the garden (at my Mum’s) with one of my siblings tonight and she hid in the porch until we discussed something “shameful” (period problems) then she jumped out onto the lawn to tell us to stop.
That happened ALL THE TIME growing up. She was always hiding behind doors, eavesdropping or picking up the phone extension to listen in on our conversations. We’ve never said anything terribly exciting, worrying or illegal so goodness knows why she did it, or why she does it now we’re all 40+. Diary reading was another favourite.
Sometimes even now I feel ashamed of existing.
Things to be ashamed of included being too fat/thin/pale/scruffy/boring/talkative/anything we said/anything that was important to us was stupid and shameful/stuff we wore/how we did at school (5 degrees between the 3 of us but apparently we’re all lazy and thick).
It just surprised me that she still does it,