![]() (Anti-abortionists, please hold your fire, it’s just a memory and reflection)īillindurham, Luis Tamayo (not the actual photo) Report I imagine that he provided high quality health services to hundreds of women who otherwise might have ended up in the ER or worse. He was an unhappy dentist with a surgeon’s hands but surgery was not an option for Black men in the 40s. If you needed work done, it would get done and best of all done well by all accounts, “see this temporary bridge, Doc put that in 15 years ago and I ever had to go back”. ![]() My father had a reputation for kindness and flexibility in billing. There’s nothing good about illegal abortions except when they are desperately desired by the people with the most need and the least means. Shock was quickly overcome with pride and joy. ![]() I was too innocent I suppose as I left for college to be let in on his secret but my younger stay at home brother was not. I didn’t but a lot of pieces finally fell into place the late nights at the office, the cash and often bartered items that patients often paid with. “Oh, didn’t you know he used to do abortions in the rear office”? I showed him a giant curved forcep wondering what the hell he used that for. Many years later I was comparing old dental instruments scavenged from his office with my younger brother. I thought it was out of some kind of respect for his step mother who continued to live above it. Dad practiced in the front office while the older back office was kept in pristine shape but unused as far as I could tell. They shared an office until my grandfather died when I was 5. Sign up for the #MoneyMagic course or get on the waiting list at this link: wealthy-money.My father was a dentist as was his step father. PS: If you feel ready to start healing trauma and start unraveling how family trauma is affecting your finances and start healing all that. And the blow back that comes from being this soul is hard, lonely and painful. May we all be inconvenient souls, because if we’re not these souls, our children or grandchildren will be forced to be. And of course I am out here constantly sharing the rest of the secrets on a larger scale. We have no secrets to protect or laundry to hide. Today, I realize she freed my sister and I. Growing up I hated it, I wished she would just keep quiet. She made it all public and it tore the fabric of the family apart. She shared everything and I mean everything. In my maternal line: my mom is that soul. One day an "inconvenient" soul is born into that bloodline and they feel everything and say: no more. Here's what I know and have seen from a young age: family secrets have a way of coming out How do these secrets weigh on our souls and stop us from going home? Make us feel guilty because we don't want to feel the pain and the triggers? Ho are they manifesting as digestive ailments and womb issues because we’re choosing to protect others more than heal ourselves? How many of us as women are carrying resentment, pain and hurt that we have hidden deep within our bellies and our wombs because of these secrets? ![]() How many families have been and are being torn apart by secrets and hiding truths that should be aired in public? The trauma of burying truths in an attempt to "protect the children or the other family members." I don't think we talk enough about the generational trauma of hiding dirty linen and keeping secrets in families. ![]()
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