I've decided to share one of countless experiences with u. With email receipts. [thread] These tears taste like oppression...
Until one day she went there. IN A LAB MEETING. IN FRONT OF MY PEERS.
"Calm down. I'm not asking you to do anything extraordinary. I'm only asking you to teach me."
She was quiet for a few seconds before saying, "You must feel pretty comfortable with me to talk to me like that!"
How I felt:
I know she's having trouble conceiving,
that she's opted out of the university's health insurance,
that she's divorced, but that her current husband has a lot of similarities to her last, she likes margaritas, dancing..
I grew up with a momma that liked to fight, so I know when someone is trying to pick a fight w me. I also know how #WhiteWomanTears work out here in these streets. So I said absolutely nothing. Didn't look at her. Didn't speak to her. Kept my breathing even.