Stop Treating Me Like My Body Is A Problem To Be Fixed

I don’t know that I’ve ever really trusted doctors.

My mother, a nurse as long as I’ve known her, tried to teach me to advocate for myself. She told me to ask questions, to do my own research, to know what I was getting myself into, and to remember that those men — because they were always men — were not omnipotent gods, but fallible humans just like her, just like me, just like you. They just happened to also be the gatekeepers of adequate health.

Read more at: http://www.ravishly.com/2016/09/29/stop-treating-me-my-body-problem-be-fixed

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