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People can be so cruel.
Over the past year, the Australian community has become uncomfortably aware of the pervasive culture of discrimination, bullying and sexual harassment within the medical profession. To those of us within the profession, it is clear that this deeply embedded culture of sexual harassment is a symptom of a much deeper problem.
Justin Trudeau announced on International Women's Day that a Canadian woman will appear on the next series of bank notes expected in 2018. And the Bank of Canada is now inviting nominations as to who should appear on the bill. This is our chance to have a say and perhaps at the same time make a statement.
My experiences of childhood sexual abuse -- of incest -- had stolen many aspects of my life but most importantly, my identity as a Tamil woman. After I moved out, I was shunned not only from my immediate family members, but my uncles, aunts, cousins, distant relatives, family friends -- my Tamil community. It didn't matter to my 19-year-old self why you weren't there for me. The fact of the matter was that you weren't. I felt hurt and abandoned.
"I think it’s a limiting term.”
Here is the mash up between my mental narration and the dressing room text messages between my sister and I (she was watching my two children) during my big day out to "stock up on maternity clothes."
This is about the end of excuses. It's about the end of the perpetual apology and the idea that if we as women don't rally, pull ourselves together and support one another we won't make it out alive. What I have experienced is that women more often than not say "I'm sorry" than any other phrase.
Those words secretly worked magic on me. As a disabled person, I had an extra swing in my waist that never bothered me. The joy in my feet was something far more powerful than anyone could understand. The flash in my teeth, were vicious to those that fed me negativity,  and the same flash was a brilliant smile that won the hearts of those that I cared about.
New ideas need to be held in sacred hands. They need incubation. They need good wishes and time to be able to learn to breathe on their own. New ideas are about gut feelings, intuitive and mysterious processes. So don't rush the process, let your ideas grow and take your time.
I woke up this morning, and in my head I was arguing with a former therapist. Not my therapist, but one my friend had gone