Wrote this for Disability Visibility Project
Being Black Looking Good While Chronically Ill
By Rachel Lovejoy
Quit my job in Chicago, my hometown and moved to Minneapolis, Minnesota. I was a single, African American woman pushing 30 and I came north in 1997 ‘husband-hunting’. Snared my (first) husband in 1998 and he married a migraineur. “Honey, I’ve a headache,” was said on the regular. Poor guy. On Easter Sunday, April 4, 1999 as I headed to our basement, my right side went numb and I fell down the stairs. My right cheek, arm and leg were weak. I was held for a day and released. I miscarried that summer. My headaches never stopped. It exhausted me. My General Practitioner and neurologist sent me to a mental health pill pusher. They ALL wanted me to take ‘em and, ‘buck-up girlie, you’re still fertile.’ Wink.
Yeah, my GP and shrink winked, as if to say, ‘we…
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