When I was in college, I was having a reallyyyyyy bad bout with my depression. It was after I miscarried. Rutgers offered services. I was so relieved to see a black woman sitting in that office.
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I didn’t have to explain to her how my mother was, or growing up an only child in the inner city. Her understanding was innate and it felt like I was talking to an auntie who understood the ins and outs of my developing womanhood.
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It is sooo different talking to people who understand all the nuances in the medical field. Your plight is taken seriously & handles sensitively.
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