Another memory from long ago.
I spent two weeks in the hospital when I was 11 after an accident involving a fish tank and a laundry tub.
While I was recovering, one hand all wrapped to hell with the injury, and the other hand immobilized with an IV, my stomach hurt a lot from all the medications and surgery, and probably fear and shock.
I wanted someone to place their hand on my hurting tummy to comfort me. I wanted my mother to place her hand on my hurting tummy. She did, sometimes. It felt good and soothed me.
I feel that way right now.
I am a rich, old, white woman. Our new president cannot really hurt me. I will not need an abortion. I can afford to fly my daughter to another country should she need one (unlikely, see below). I can afford health care. I am no longer harassed by men in the street.
But i am sick with this. My daughter, who is (mostly) gay is afraid. So am i. I can't sleep. I have been donating $ to Planned Parenthood and the ACLU and RAINN, and one other that i have not selected yet.
I am a habitual NPR listener. I have not turned my radio on in 6 days.
I went to a rally yesterday. I have never dome such a thing in my life. When Bush won, and then Bush won, and then Gore won, but Bush became president, i was bummed, but not gutted.
Thanks for listening. I know i am not alone.