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“I know I am not a easy person to be with. But I hope you know I am also that person who would make food for you no matter what time it is. Who will always pick up the phone whenever you need me. I am that kind of person who loves really hard, and maybe that’s why I am not always easy, but I am real.”
— fightingborderline
taking off my bra, puting on a big t-shirt, and crawling into bed at the end of the day is very sexy of me if I do say so myself
me but at 2 in the afternoon after like running one errand
ok same
I just learned about the “Husband Stitch” a few days ago and i’m still fucking mortified. Women’s bodies do not exist for the pleasure of their boyfriends or husbands.
Doctors who perform this procedure without the consent of the pregnant person are evil misogynists, undeserving of the privilege of working with pregnant women and other people.
Oh my god, nooooo.
If this is done incorrectly (and yes, I know someone this was done incorrectly to) it makes sex really uncomfortable, like realllly uncomfortable, and can require follow-up surgery to fix. The person I know who this was done to ended up with the, uh, outside getting the ‘husband stitch’ but the inside… not? So she ended up with a little ‘lip’ of tissue that would get seriously irritated during sex, and over a decade later had to have another doctor go back in and snip that ‘extra stitch’ open.
Yes, it was that bad.
I would recommend reading this article and then reading Carmen Maria Machado’s The Husband Stich.
An excerpt from the above article:
I was first introduced to the husband stitch in 2014, when a friend in medical school told me about a birth her classmate observed. After the baby was delivered, the doctor said to the woman’s husband, “Don’t worry, I’ll sew her up nice and tight for you,” and the two men laughed while the woman lay between them, covered in her own and her baby’s blood and feces. The story terrified me, the laughter in particular, signaling some understanding of wrongdoing, some sheepishness in doing it anyway. The helplessness of the woman, her body being altered without her consent by two people she has to trust: her partner, her doctor.
So many people don’t even know what this is. The Wikipedia article on the husband stitch was published this month.
Just adding my voice that this is indeed real and it was done to me. I haven’t enjoyed sex since I had my son and honestly I’m concerned about having a second child because I was so “small” the first time around I ended up with 3rd degree tearing.
Yes I have that same lip and the only reason I never went back to get it fixed is the conception/birth was so traumatic I couldn’t bring myself to be touched like that by doctors for years.
Just, be aware and let someone advocate for you when you’re in labor. Ask your OBGYN their thoughts on this and choose carefully.
Bitch wha?!!!??
After 18 and a half hours of labor with my son, an episiotomy, I finally gave birth to my baby. I passed out from exhaustion minutes after meeting my son. I woke up some time later with this stitch. My doctor asked my (now ex) husband and he decided that I should have it. I was never asked. The stitch was done correctly but now I have to take a lot longer to ‘warm up’ for sex or it hurts. It could’ve been so much worse but just the feeling of being having that decision taken from me and having the most private area of my body altered like that after such a traumatic experience is something that to this day haunts me.
I don’t think I’ve ever read something on this site before now that actually made me feel like I was going to be sick
*bangs pots and pans* Medical ethics: RESPECT FOR AUTONOMY, NON-MALEFICENCE, BENEFICENCE, JUSTICE *BANGS POTS LOUDER* Hippocratic Oath: I WILL ABSTAIN FROM ALL INTENTIONAL WRONG-DOING AND HARM, ESPECIALLY FROM ABUSING THE BODIES OF MAN OR WOMAN, BOND OR FREE *smashes pot in doctor’s face* All medical practitioners are held to respect these tenets and swear this oath in some form. All of us. There is no excuse, ancient or modern, for this violation, and I’m fucking seething.
Reblogging @synaps because of the Hippocratic Oath.
I have too many emotions to properly express my anger, but this is fucking disgusting
whaaaaaat??????
waitress assigned kin
As someone who’s worked in several cafes, I’m mad at how accurate this is.
I will forever remember the time my friend and I were out for chinese food. we got up to pay and I (the short one with bottom energy i guess?) revealed that I would be paying for the meal, and the elderly man at the counter just flat out said “Oh, YOU’RE the boss!”
abac (assigned bottom at chili’s)
I know I miss you because it happens in daylight. When I’m driving down a road with a view and the sun is hitting me, I think of how good you’d look beside me. And how great your laugh would sound, joining me when I’m out with friends. Or how much warmer the bed would be with you in it.
- S.A // I miss you even when I’m not lonely
I’m at the point in my life where I need you to be straight up honest and back up every word you say with actions. If you miss me, tell me. If you wanna see me, show up or ask me to come over. If you’re upset with me or something in general, tell me. I’ve done the whole playing games, chasing hearts around that never belonged to me. I’m done doing it. If you want me, I’m here, where I’ve been. Say what you mean and mean what you say.
Welcome the newest member of the Jones Family! Pete is enjoying his new tank! #bettafish https://www.instagram.com/p/BtZyKW6H4_y4E1_6bTJOK4PrlKO7uDOvibJTMQ0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qencsqn4r000
Be silly with me. Kiss me in the middle of the street. Meet my family, let me steal your clothes, have water balloon fights with me. Let’s go to museums, aquariums, forests, lakes, and mountains. Explore with me. Go on adventures with me. Let me make you feel wanted. Let me write you letters, songs, and poems when I can’t figure out what I’m trying to say to you face to face. Let me in. Tell me your secrets, your goals, your conspiracies, and your fears. Tell me about your dreams. Let me take you to all my favorite places and let’s make memories there that we will never forget. Walk down Main Street at Disneyland with me. Watch me get way too excited when we go on the toy story rides. Let me be grumpy because you beat me in the game and let me be happy even though you probably let me win. Dance with me in the middle of a crowd. Let me kiss you in the middle of your sentences because I can’t stand another second without tasting you on my lips. Let me play with your hair as you fall asleep. Let me look at you.. Study you. Learn the ways you move and your little habits that you don’t realize you do. Tell me when I’m being an asshole. Let me know when you’re not feeling it. Let me know when I’m stealing your heart. Show me that I can still make you melt even though you’re already my girl. Steal my hat, push me in the water, take my phone and leave me notes or take hundreds of selfies. Draw me pictures when you’re bored in class. Skate with me, surf with me, sing along to our favorite songs with me. Sing to strangers with me when were stopped next to them. Don’t be afraid to look silly… Because even though some stranger is looking at us thinking “what the hell are they on?” Chances are I’m falling head over heels in love with you. Tell me that you want me. Lay on my chest. Get tangled up with me as we fall asleep. Push me off of you because it’s too hot to be cuddling. Always kiss me goodnight. Introduce me to your family. Watch me play video games with your younger siblings. Let me talk to your parents. Let them question me. Take me to the zoo. Watch me talk to the monkeys and giraffes like they can understand me. Let me love you. Let me show you that I care. Let me buy you things that you don’t need. Let me spoil you. Let me run into every vans store that I see and spend way too much time in there. Drag me into the stores you like and punch me in the arm because I keep asking if you’re done yet even though it’s only been ten minutes. Let me sing you a song I’m writing and restart like 6 times because It’s not coming out the way i want it to. Let me wake you up with 150 kisses. Let me tickle you because I love the sound of your laughter. Get dressy with me. Stay inside and watch netflix with me. Kiss me in the rain, under the fireworks, and at stop lights. Don’t be afraid to jump. I will be right there next to you. Don’t be afraid to fall. I promise I will catch you. Don’t be afraid to give me all of you. I will give you every part of me. Take a chance with me.
I heard something the other day that I had never really thought about before. Someone mentioned to me that whenever you catch yourself missing someone who left your life, you should remind yourself that them not being part of your present is a consistent choice they make every day. They wake up and decide to maintain the silence. They’re indifferent as to whether the space between you gets larger. And that in itself is pretty powerful closure.
I’m excited and nervous! https://www.instagram.com/p/BtPV90ZHMFj0XIlKUd6ahGaiABF7h1Y7ocn6yU0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gt33t8q8jnj5
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