Like Me

Badia Atcherson

Like Me, have you ever looked around and asked, where are all the women who looks like me? I mean really. Sometimes, I feel like yelling “WHERE ARE ALL the BLACK and BROWN women/people?”

In our MRKH community, there are some powerful people standing up, speaking out on the needs and issues. Indigenous, Black, and Brown MRKHer’s have when receiving poor diagnosis and limited medical care. The differences in the information given have caused some of us to feel unworthy of living the life we dream of because of this diagnosis. For some of us, no one explained that there’s a process to living a healthy MRKH life. In our beautiful colorful MRKH, we need community clinical therapy as well as medical advice to understand the process to dilating properly.

You don’t have to feel alone in your thinking. I most likely have had the same thoughts and concerns for our culture(s) of people. Some of us, like me, are thinking, one day I will speak up for my friends who are unable to speak and share their feelings on the needs in the MRKH community.

During a MRKH conference, I remember feeling withdrawn and uncertain as to where I fit in. I remember thinking, if I see someone who looked like me, I will bombard them with questions about their journey, with doctors, family, and friends. There must be some similarities. I thought, there must be other Black women or people who did not receive information on dilation, on surgery and/or therapy. Also, I thought and wondered is there someone else out there LIKE ME? What if I decide to have children, what information is available? Am I able to bear my own children, and if not, what opportunities are available? Is adoption and/or IVF is available for me?

Woman/people of color face a lot of stigmas. Some we discussin conferences, social media groups, and in person one-on-one conversations with other women of color. What are some ways we can change the narrative? First, we can change the narrative, by allowing more women/people of color the opportunity to share their stories.

It meant the world to me when I saw a face that was like mine. The experiences I heard made my heart leap with happiness and sadness. I was happy to see someone advocating for our culture. I was most happy to see her strength and courage as she spoke her story. Sadness hit me because in our cultures some of us have a tough time disclosing and sharing our journeys. Some of us may never seek therapy or may barely start. I remember thinking, I am going to do that one day. I am going to speak up, share my story. My hope is to heal as I advocate.

(S/N: 😉so far, it’s been good)

So much growth can happen when we step out of our secluded space. When we step out, we can show that there is strength in disclosing. When we can share our stories with another MRKHer, we get a sense of freedom, which allows us to step away from the shame and guilt MRKH can bring.

Since I publicly shared my experience with MRKH, I learned that it is important for me not to fear telling my story. The first thing I learned is that my story is my voice. My journey is my strength. I dictate how I choose to share it. My condition’s diagnosis gives me the opportunity to do something, speak about it. So, I began thinking of ways to connect with my community.

Badia’s Personal Mission: Make a point to get to know ALL people and not just those who look like you. Doing so will open doors to latest information about MRKH from the people who are living it, and sharing their medical care experiences. Although My goal is to bring awareness and to kill the stigmas against my Black and Brown culture. However, initially I want to fill the gap for my friends who are unable to speak their truth because of culture beliefs and differences.

I am going to end this especially important piece with one thought…

Do you know your story is your voice? Your journey is your strength? You get to dictate how, when, and if you choose to share it. However, if you don’t, there are Black, Brown, Indigenous friends gearing up to continue to push our needs forward in our MRKH Community!

Peace,

Badia Karima

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