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Smash It ‘Til You Break

May 17th, 2022 | by Naomi Racz

Content note: depression, suicide, pregnancy loss Smashing It Smashing it meant starting a career transition in the midst of first


Mind

That Is Who You Are

July 24th, 2020 | by Meg Thompson

“Who knows what’s good or bad?” —-Taoist Parable ​On any given day, I vacillate between wanting to be a tenure


Birth Stories

In so many blinks of an eye

March 9th, 2020 | by Zhenya Bourova

It is 8.46am when I see you for the first time, impossibly small and slick with blood as they hand you to me in the operating theatre.


Comics

This Will Make You Uncomfortable

January 31st, 2020 | by Sacha Mardou

How do we teach setting boundaries in a society that always wants girls to play "nice?" Comics by Sacha Mardou from her therapy comics series.


Mind

Losing One

January 8th, 2020 | by Anne Bruder

Only as I searched fruitlessly for archival news stories of the accident or narrated every detail, did I begin to think a bit less obsessively of my son’s death


Mind

When Grief Won’t Fit

December 11th, 2019 | by Elizabeth Muller

From the time of her diagnosis, my daughter had been discussed in a language used for illness. But none of the words fit the way I felt



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  • “A disabled person’s body-mind in public makes other people uncomfortable, because they’re reminded that disability is part of the human experience. It’s not that my kid is so distracting! It’s about ableism. It’s not our family’s or our kids’ job to absorb that.” “I don’t know exactly where this conviction that I would “smash” motherhood came from, but when I was pregnant, I held firmly to the belief that life with a baby would be my old life without a baby + baby. A simple equation that would equal all the thrills and edges of my old life, with the added joy of sunlit mornings in bed with my husband and a cute, cooing baby between us.” “It does not escape me that critiques about expectant Black women like me are also rooted in misogynoir.” “You’ve already told me that story,” he said. Switching gears, he asked, “Why isn’t my father around?” #breastfeeding #parenting #fuckit #protest #teenagers #sexualviolence “Over time, Anabelle learned to talk about her feelings. She said saw her birthmother in the sky. She drew a picture of grief moving through her body like water. When she had more language, she began to talk about her losses.” “I’m not sure why I read that poster and thought that it applied to other mothers, other people’s children. But it probably has something to do with the shock I felt two years later when a neurologist confidently diagnosed “Autism Spectrum Disorder” and I responded with at least twenty “What about…” type questions. I had described my dynamic, interesting, loving toddler to this doctor, and her response sounded dire and clinical. That poster was the same. All of it seemed so unfortunate.” “Someone hit the call button. No one came. Someone rushed to the nurses’ station; still no one came. The contractions, a creature, twisted my uterus, lancing its nails. I tried to breathe through them, but there was no space, no time.”

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