I NEEDED an endometrial biopsy.
I was bleeding for months. Passing clots the size of my palm. Fainting at work. Iron levels in the basement.
Doctor looked at my chart and said:
“You’re only 27.”
“Pain is normal for women.”
“Have you tried losing weight?”
“Sometimes women exaggerate cramps.”
“What if this is just stress?”
I said I can’t function. I can’t stand up without seeing stars. I’m scared.
He said:
“Let’s not jump to invasive procedures.”
“What if you want kids soon?”
“A biopsy can cause scarring.”
“You don’t want to risk fertility over heavy periods.”
Heavy periods.
Not hemorrhaging.
Not anemia.
Not collapsing in the shower.
Heavy periods.
He offered birth control for the fourth time.
I said, ��I don’t care about preserving fertility. I care about not blacking out.”
He paused.
“Have you discussed that with your partner?”
So I brought him.
Doctor to him:
“Are you okay if she can’t have children?”
“You’re young. You might want a family.”
“Would that be a dealbreaker?”
Him:
“She needs to stop bleeding. That’s the only family planning we’re discussing.”
Suddenly the biopsy was scheduled.
Pathology came back: precancerous cells.
But sure.
Let’s center hypothetical babies and imaginary men while a woman is actively deteriorating in front of you.
Misogyny in medicine isn’t always loud.
Sometimes it’s just asking a dying woman if a man might want kids someday.
I had a friend who was always called “too much.” Too loud. Too emotional. Too ambitious. Too opinionated. Every time she spoke up, someone told her to calm down. Every time she dreamed bigger, someone reminded her to “be realistic.” So little by little, she learned how to shrink herself. She laughed quieter. She apologized more. She stopped raising her hand in meetings. She stopped sharing her ideas.
One day, she told me she had been accepted into a program overseas. She said it casually, like it wasn’t a big deal. But I knew it was everything she had worked for in silence. When she left, she didn’t make a big announcement. She just packed her bags and went.
And I realized how many women are taught their whole lives to take up less space... until leaving becomes the only way to finally breathe.
@i___tried@thurayyaazraq e desinformados tambem. O corpo da mulher sofre alterações enormes com uma gravidez, a probabilidade de uma mãe ter depressão pós parto no cenário que ele criou é enorme.
Fora o resto…
Despedimentos sem ouvir o trabalhador.
Banco de horas até às 50 horas semanais.
Não reintegração do trabalhador na empresa depois de ter sido despedido injustamente (e comprovado em tribunal).
E muito mais.
E OS POLÍTICOS VÊM DIZER QUE A GREVE GERAL NÃO SE JUSTIFICA? POUPEM-ME
the world would be such a better place if yall stopped financing new tech ideas that compromise our life on earth, someday we won’t have water, or at least from a natural resource because it’s more important for a data center to cool down than for us to drink
it’s funny because they’ve made everything profitable, but still isn’t quite enough no… they have to push to the limits that we don’t have, earths fine, what’s compromised is our health, for now.
Please…don’t scroll past.
Eileen needs milk.
Eileen needs milk.
Eileen needs milk.
If you just leave 3 comments, this post might reach more people —
and you might help save him.
Please don’t ignore this call… Eileen is hungry, and he deserves to live.
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Equipe brasileira descobriu a cura pra paraplegia e tetraplegia.
Inacreditável. Que notícia maravilhosa. O vídeo é emocionante.
Isso é um marco grande como a descoberta da penicilina. 👏
@_rafa_09 Eu exerço um cargo público como Deputada Municipal de Cascais pelo CHEGA e integro o «Gabinete de Estudos Para a Cultura e Identidade» da Distrital de Lisboa mas tenho sempre tempo para tudo porque eu sou conservadora e de Direita e não tenho aversão ao trabalho.