I’m Teresa from Madison/Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
I did All The Things. Joined the clubs, got the grades, won the scholarships, went to school, studied hard. All the professors told me I had a dazzling career ahead as a journalist. Worked 35 years. Got awards, bought a house, had a family.
One day when I was walking down the street, I slipped on a banana peel. In that split second before I hit the ground, I left an abusive marriage and was laid off by the newspaper; I lost my family, my home, my savings, my physical and emotional health, my religious faith, my identity and my sense of self.
All this happened just before the 2016 campaign. Ironically, poverty had always been my favorite topic to study and write about. My family was Progressive and so was I. But I never dreamed that one day, I’d BE my own story – on unemployment and Obamacare, then Medicare and lifetime Disability, at age 53.
I was once proudly independent. Now I feel vulnerable every fucking minute of every fucking day. What if I lose my healthcare? What if my Disability check goes away? How will I survive in the future? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING NOW???
I spent 20 years as a pastor’s wife in a mission church for immigrants. Now I am an athiest meme-maker on Twitter (@TeeBryanToo) deluded enough to think a clever image or phrase might make a Republican think.