I loved this so very much.
I didn't want it to finish…… however the last 20 or so pages simply had to be devoured for me to find out the outcome of the experimental drug trial Barbara had been on for the last few years of the memoir.
Finishing held relief, sadness and just so much hope. This memoir is stacked with optimism, joy and the simple pleasures of living a meaningful life, it really is something.
Of course we always take things on as they pertain to us and for me there was some healing in her words, she provided me with pieces of a puzzle I have been working on for the last few decades. Barbara is twenty years younger than my mother, her eldest daughter is five years younger than me, she sits right in the space many of my peers mothers are/were. Because of this Barbara’s story provides context for much of the why it took longer for me to develop my personal understanding of feminism and what it means to be a feminist. My Mother was more like Barbara’s mother from a generational perspective and my peers mothers more like Barbara.
Somewhere I read “Else says this is her story about what has been important, her way of tracing the journey from being a good girl to a girl who does good things”. Personally it felt like so much more, she articulates her own autonomous voice from an early age. She introduces us to many of them, Susan her imaginary friend that she required for when she wasn't feeling seen in her preschool years, the brave and courageous student expected to go to university as her mother had before her and then the young, intelligent women ready to meet all her potential. This version intersected with what society and gender norms expected of her and slowly but surely began to erode her sense of self.
However what’s is so lovely and refreshing about this story and her life’s arc is that it isn’t particularly steeped in trauma and the drive to prove ones value to the external world, because fundamentally she knew she had worth. It is here where the book gets really interesting and is what James Hollis refers to as the all important appointment with oneself. Her knowledge as a child that she is worthy of love and belonging collided with the reality of her marriage. The impact of not receiving reciprocal respect and the advent of persistent background feminism meant that eventually she was able to actively choose what it was she both deserved and needed. Allowing the necessary space for her authentic self to flourish and thrive for the betterment of all. Bringing forth all manner of wonderful creativity, fun and humor.
This kind of feminism is what changes things from the inside out by providing herself with the courage to be vulnerable and step away from the conditioned tropes of our patriarchal, misogynistic and in her case hierarchical medical society she gave her daughters a very important gift, one her eldest sister sadly did not receive, and yes it was completely the times and their inability to do any different is discussed with kindness. Thank goodness for the activists among us, the brave souls who wrote the likes of broadsheet. Like Jim her husband my father would not allow such subversiveness in our home. It was both Jim’s and the likes of my father’s refusal to acknowledge women are capable of more than sex on call, housework and bringing up babies that propel us to take stands and need to go the above and beyond to be seen as equal and capable. As is demonstrated in her choice to be part of Go Girls (I'm going to find a copy of this in the library before I decide if I need to own it).
Throughout the book Barbara is careful to never tell us the reader what we should think or feel about what she is writing, she leaves it up to us. I think it is because of this that I can’t stop thinking about it and has really and truly filled in some missing bits. Such a treat to be able to read something that is set in familiar surroundings seen from a different perspective than ones on. I am hopeful she does well in this years book awards, its worthy of a place.