"To everyone else my mental illness made me more female than ever: fragile, weak, unfit even to offer an accurate account of my innermost experiences."
Birth is painful, frightening and unpredictable, and it is also highly politicised.
It’s not just a case of goodies and baddies, those who get it and those who don’t.
A recent study suggesting pregnant women shouldn't take SSRIs (antidepressant medication) is just the latest in scare stories that could harm future mothers.
I have grown uneasy with the pressure to validate mental illness by analogy with the physical.
Gender-neutral language around reproduction creates the illusion of dismantling a hierarchy – when what you really end up doing is ignoring it.
An advertising campaign challenging men to "prove your worth" is being proposed to increase dwindling numbers of sperm donors – will the myth that only "real" men have potent sperm ever die?
If we really want to “even the score”, as pro-flibanserin campaigners describe, we should respect each woman’s true desires instead of handing over their “dysfunction” to the forces of a market defined by male expectations.
Nancy Tucker’s eating disorder memoir, The Time In Between, tackles this problem head-on.
In many ways we have come full circle, returning to a time when women were seen not as human beings, but as objects available for sale or exchange. Only now we call it choice.
Children can often be cruel, but they can also be the most receptive to breaking down barriers.
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