The “S” On My Chest Is for Self-Care, Not Superwoman
Black Superwoman Syndrome isn’t really a syndrome, but it does present certain key features of a “dis-order” of behaviors that have culminated in the demise of the spirit of the full bodied beauty of Black women. The myth of Black women is that we are impermeable.
Yet, the polarizing sides of Black women being strong and vulnerable, aggressive and gentle, respectable and desirable all seem to lean more to one point of view than the other. And some of the other points of view to which we have not even described for and by ourselves, we have still taken up as coats of armor worn proudly, with dignity and passed on as legacy through our families.
Just to take a step back for a moment, my thoughts on this matter are not conclusive of one type of Black woman at one given time, but it is a view of us that we have also attached to our thinking of who we are to be. However, the point I want to make here is that this narrow lens has created a dis-ease in our way of being.
African American women, although less often diagnosed with depression than Caucasian women, still deal with social and psychological challenges such as stereotyping, performance anxiety and daily stress to name a few, just as many other women do.
But do African American women give in to uncovering the equally important suffering we cope with as often as other woman? This is a question we all could be taking from the pages of small magazines to the offices of our practitioners and healers.
So, how would a “strong” and determined woman that grew up in a family where women were the matriarchs and they didn’t complain, they didn’t admit to psychological suffering and took their concerns to the Lord know that they are in pain and need help?