
After I was left to miscarry alone in A&E, it was my Tamil community that cared for me
Content warning: This article contains mention of miscarriage.
The long wait at my local A&E while I was miscarrying may have been the worst six hours of my life. Since then I’ve declared more than once, only half-jokingly, that even if I was in a life-threatening situation, I would rather die than ever step foot in an A&E again. As the hours ticked by, both my masked breath and my mood became increasingly foul. I watched person after person who had arrived after me be called in. There were ple
The long wait at my local A&E while I was miscarrying may have been the worst six hours of my life. Since then I’ve declared more than once, only half-jokingly, that even if I was in a life-threatening situation, I would rather die than ever step foot in an A&E again. As the hours ticked by, both my masked breath and my mood became increasingly foul. I watched person after person who had arrived after me be called in. There were ple