Recently, I ran into a woman who told me that I was one of the strongest voices regarding the reproductive health of vagina owners in our community, and that I inspired her. This was such an encouraging moment for me, because it reminded me that people were listening.
In fact, I was so moved by her kind words that I cried fat, happy tears in a public washroom. This also raised some concerns; it is an alarming representation of how so few women actually speak up about the difficult, messy, imperfect sides of womanhood. Further, how little we discuss the extreme difficulties folks in the trans community experience when searching for representation in the medical community. I couldn’t possibly be an inspiration by oversharing on social media. I know I’m not the only human out here with endometriosis and PCOS, a couple IUD’s gone rogue and a tilty uterus. I also know I’m not the sole survivor of a ruthless yeast infection or shitty period leakage story.
While all of this seems like I’m blaming you – whoever you might be – for not baring all to the online word, I’m generally just frustrated with myself for not being any better at organizing my thoughts and experiences in a way that is helpful to my peers. I might be great at ranting endlessly, but writing doesn’t come easily to me. This blog is a place for me to get better at this, and to invite others to share their stories alongside mine.
I’ve spent the better part of my adult life being told that my pain doesn’t exist, and that I should disregard what my body is trying to tell me. Part of me fears that this blog will be disregarded the same way, by people who matter a lot more to me than any OBGYN. All I ask of you is that you please be respectful of this space I hope to create. Find some solace and company in the individuals who choose to be honest and open here. I hope that you can feel inspired to do the same—here and elsewhere.