One of the first movies I remember seeing was Star Wars. I was five years old, and for me, as for many girls who came of age in the late 70s and 80s, Princess Leia shaped the possibilities we imagined for ourselves and our adult lives. She was proof that women really could do anything, no matter what obstacles the evil empire of the patriarchy put in our paths.
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In December 2012, after a tragic school shooting in Newtown, I thought I was the only mother in America who asked myself, “What if that’s my son someday?” It turns out I was far from alone. Every single day since I shared my family’s struggle in a blog post, “I Am Adam Lanza’s Mother,” nearly three years ago, at least one parent has reached out to me with a similar story of trying to get mental health care in a broken and fragmented system.