Women’s rights and bodily autonomy are under attack, but it’s important we remember the role medical misogyny plays in endangering our lives.

It’s not new, and it’s only getting worse.

When I wanted a tubal ligation, I was denied because I wasn’t married and thus couldn’t get my husband’s ‘permission’.

When I was told I was unlikely to survive a pregnancy, I asked again and again I was denied because I might ‘meet a man who wants kids.’

When I needed a hysterectomy, doctors sought the permission of my 22 year old boyfriend of less than THREE months. They asked him if he would leave me when I became ‘barren’.

Men who want a vasectomy do not have to jump through these hoops. Their body, their choice.

None of us should need a man to consent in order to get the care we want and need.

It’s archaic, patriarchal bullsh*t and we must keep calling it out.

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"Their wives protected them from interruptions; their housekeepers and maids brought them breakfast and coffee at odd hours; their nannies kept their children out of their hair. Martha Freud not only laid out Sigmund’s clothes every morning, she even put the toothpaste on his toothbrush. Marcel Proust’s housekeeper, Celeste, not only brought him his daily coffee, croissants, newspapers and mail on a silver tray, but was always on hand whenever he wanted to chat, sometimes for hours. Some women are mentioned only for what they put up with, like Karl Marx’s wife – unnamed in the book – who lived in squalor with the surviving three of their six children while he spent his days writing at the British Museum.

Gustav Mahler married a promising young composer named Alma, then forbade her from composing, saying there could be only one in the family. Instead, she was expected to keep the house utterly silent for him. After his midday swim, he’d whistle for Alma to join him on long, silent walks while he composed in his head. She’d sit for hours on a branch or in the grass, not daring to disturb him. “There’s such a struggle going on in me!” Alma wrote in her diary. “And a miserable longing for someone who thinks OF ME, who helps me to find MYSELF! I’ve sunk to the level of a housekeeper!”" - theguardian.com/commentisfree/…

For more on this subject, I recommend the book "who cooked Adam Smith's dinner".

#feminism #patriarchy