@CiaoForNiao and @RagRugs 
My mother has internalised misogyny in other ways. Having sex outside of marriage was only something a fallen woman would do. And in marriage? She gave me a brief talk about ‘making love’ as my vile older brother had been teasing me about it. Then told me she and my father didn’t do that kind of thing.
Sleeping around was always the female’s fault, so my losing my virginity mid teens (to a boy I was madly in love with) sealed my fate as a degenerate. Good old Victorian values and clearly not confusing at all to a 11/12yo girl.
She also did nothing when my brother used to call to me to come and see him. Always to ‘admire’ his erection and I didn’t dare ignore him. I was too scared of him. She did nothing when he called me vile and dehumanising sexual names and created an acronym, which he used as a matter of course and encouraged his friends to do the same. She didn’t think about my physical safety when she (father was usually at work) left me alone with him or with his mates. So much so they went abroad when I was ‘still a virgin’ and left me alone with him for a week. He had a house party during this time and I had to talk one his friends out of raping me. I never told her for my upset meant nothing. Had I done so, she’d have done nothing and waffled on about what had happened to her 40 years ago.
When I was 17 and by this time already the degenerate, my brother’s friend barged into my room when I was completely naked (he knew I’d just had a shower), and closed the door. I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t cover myself up or scream. I stayed naked I think because I wanted to stand up to him as an equal after all his and my brother’s dick wangling in my face, to get him out of my room with as little fuss as possible. I instinctively knew she would blame me for his being in my room so screams would have been futile. She probably wouldn’t have even bothered to come to my assistance.
I am NC with my brother for my physical safety. Many men use rape to destroy women, who they see as inferior prey. My brother didn’t do this but the physical, verbal and sexualised abuse I suffered at his hands was designed to destroy me all the same. The verbal and physical abuse didn’t stop into our 40s.
My mother on berating me for going nc with him, had a momentary intake of breath when I challenged her on the sexual stuff, then brushed it aside. Whatever happened to me was my fault. From beginning to end. I was physically abusive to him. Not the other way round.
My mother is of the generation, where many confused women were often other women are asking for it. Lots of internalised misogyny. She only feels complete when with a man and defers to men always whilst simultaneously talking down to them with snide asides. Complex.