This is one heavy read. It’s also not my first foray into this subject, but it is the lengthiest. I started this book earlier this year and was easily distracted by dark fantasy novels and lighthearted graphic novels. Then I found my way to Carmilla and The Butchering Art. When I finished those, I was inspired to pick this one up again.
Since then, I have been plowing through this gut wrenching tale. Even Elizabeth Packard’s successes are tainted by knowing what an insurmountable battle she has ahead of her. Each time she convinces herself to hope I soothe my anxiously suspicious heart by being grateful she had hope instead of knowing all the deceit around her.
What I am really appreciating is the reminder of how important writing is. How important using your voice is. What a privilege it is to be able to write at my own will. I have never been denied paper, pens, books. To be reminded of what women had to do to have these simple things. How easily it could all be taken away.
Her voice inspired so many to band together and fight for their freedom. Her courage in such dire circumstances galvanized those around her. Leading with kindness and curiosity made ripples that led to waves that led to a storm of change.
I really want to finish this book, but I’m feeling the weight of history bearing down on me. The despair of so many women lost to the horrors of men’s whims (and the women who helped them). The insane ideas created about women by conjecture and not on any actual attempt to understand. The lunacy of early modern medicine.
The hopeful bits keeping me going. I haven’t given up yet.
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 