I am a cisgender white-passing Latina woman living in the South. I have layers upon layers of privilege and support. I wanted my kids. I planned for them. I love them, dearly. But parenting two young children in the hellscape of the last two years nearly broke me.
Even if you are lucky enough to suffer from zero complications during your pregnancy, those nine months are painful, exhausting, grueling, and full of hormones that give you emotional whiplash. There are times when you don’t feel like your body is your own, which is extra traumatizing for survivors of sexual assault and domestic violence.