How medicine reflects women’s silence
My mother’s life was defined by silence. She was born in India. In a world where a woman’s worth was measured in duty: how well she cared for others, how quietly she endured. She was obedient. Her dreams were practical, her voice gentle. Never shared an opinion.
I used to think that by becoming a doctor (a woman with a career, a passport, a voice) I had escaped that silence for …
How medicine reflects women’s silence
