xx+chromosomes

I was born on 1627 in London. I come from a noble family, but I don’t know if that makes any difference. I am 27 years old and I am a carrier of xx chromosomes and because of that I am a person without a face. I will explain what I mean by that later on. I know how to read and how to write and I am engaged in the science of chemistry. Oh, sorry I cannot say that. When I was born, people like me – carriers of the xx chromosomes, considered and still are considered of a lower ability to use their minds. I was lucky I have to say, because my father a known scientist at the time needed someone to help him with his laboratory work. Since my mother was dead and my brother had a serious health problem which practically kept him in bed almost his whole life, I was the only one to help. My father didn’t have the money to hire someone because we were noble but not rich. He never admitted it, but I am smart and I understand the sciences very well. I was trained there for 15 years. I became well educated and my father allowed me to work in his laboratory as long as I could practice my other duties as well, practically be in charge of the house affairs. Today, I am an invisible person in a chemical laboratory where I help my husband who is 60 years old and a known scientist. I married him because that was the only way to continue my work in sciences, after my father’s death. I consider what I do very important but as I said I am a person without a face, which means that I am unimportant. I know that I have a strong mind, that I am a good scientist but it is forbidden for me to use it, at list in a formal way. I cannot be a witness in a demonstration experiment because of my disability, you know the xx chromosomes. I can see, I can hear and I can speak but at the same time my eyes, mouth and ears have to be close. The most powerful thing that I have and I can use with free will is my thoughts. You understand that I have to keep them for myself; because of my disability, you know the xx chromosomes. Those chromosomes except from making me a woman they have at the same time made me deaf, mute and blind scientist. But I still have my thoughts you know.

Now why I am a person without a face? One day a known painter came to paint my husbands laboratory in action. He did paint my husband with every little detail and make me look like a shadow. A ghost, which I am not, since I am not dead yet. So I decided to call myself the person without a face. Except from my shadow appearance which makes me invisible and unimportant to men scientists my understanding of the nature of the sciences is also unimportant to men. Even thought we speak the same language with my husband we cannot communicate. My understanding of the word and the sciences is very different from his understanding. Maybe this is because of my disability, you know the xx chromosomes or maybe because of the side - effects of that disability my forbidden opportunity to see, hear and speak as I will.