I am a keeper of story…her-story. Today I have bathed in words; hard words. Pulled my shirt off, made me get into bed, cut, no food, so tired, so thirsty, told I had to, pulled my legs open, no choices, wouldn’t listen to my no.
What horror is being described here? Let your mind connect the dots, your imagination fill in the blank.
It sounds like sexual violence. One in three children in America. It must stop! When do we say “no more”?
I fight for this.
But these words frame stories of obstetric violence. “Birth rape”, some call it. One in three women in America; cut. Countless more stripped of their dignity. Her story packed in a box and tied with a bow, with a tag that reads “at least you have a healthy baby”. Maybe. This hospital bag may take a lifetime to unpack.
I say “no more”!
As a midwife, I fight for this.
And it starts by daring to listen…to her-story.