I was 6 weeks postpartum. I came in because sex felt like I was being cut open. I told the OB “Something is wrong. I’m in pain.” She didn’t even examine me properly. Just smiled and said “Well… childbirth changes things.”
Then she asked:
“Is your husband complaining?”
I said:
“No. I’m complaining.”
And she laughed like it was cute.
Later another doctor finally checked me and said quietly:
“You were stitched too tight.”
They didn’t “fix” me for my comfort.
They fixed me for a man’s.
Nos vendieron tanto ese discurso de que debemos estar bien emocionalmente para recibir amor, que vivimos saboteándonos porque creemos que no somos dignos de recibir amor por el hecho de no tener todo resuelto.