Emily Raboteau

“I was not alone in my illness, nor alone in being blamed for my illness. The illness was chronic. We grew fibroids. Nobody knew why more Black and brown women were afflicted at a higher rate. From Audre Lorde: "When you live on the edge of any structure, you have to know that survival is not theoretical." Our uterine linings began appearing in unexpected parts of our bodies, including our brains. Endometriosis. Prolapse. Fibromyalgia. Some of us dissociated. Some of us had panic attacks. The level of cortisol in our bloodstreams grew toxic. They removed the uterus of my friend. They put children in cages at the border. We were angry at the lies of women's lib and civil rights, at the failed experiment of our country. We admitted to ourselves that white people could not be redeemed. We were taunted by our president's tweets. Unsure what to do with our rage, we turned it on ourselves.
Our immune systems attacked us. We grew tumors. Me, too, we repeated. Me, too. The previous season we'd begun saying, Black lives matter. Nobody listened. Nobody knew how to balance our hormones. Probably there was not enough money in it. They theorized it was because we were not bearing enough children. We begged for estrogen and were refused. Our perception was either extremely distorted or crystal clear. Our trauma was too complex to diagnose.”
― Emily Raboteau, Lessons for Survival: Mothering Against “the Apocalypse”