It started in my 20s when I was interpreting a Women’s Studies class for a Deaf student and my whole world was cracked open.
Patriarchy? Oh, this explained everything. Feminists not a bunch of man-hating lesbians? Ho-ly shit.
That was 20 years ago and I’m still unravelling it all, becoming incredulous at the obvious injustices of our society; noticing all the places The Patriarchy insidiously creeps in.
Since getting married and having babies my identity as a Feminist has been challenged in more ways than one. There was that time I realized that I was expecting my husband to be able to support us on his income alone and I was secretly angry at him because we were struggling. Suddenly, there I was, staring at my own entitlement, stunned.
Then there were all the times I felt trapped by motherhood—as if all my choices and freedoms had been pulled out from under me. I felt like a caged animal, Continue reading