Infertility is the embodiment of judgment.
Infertility is self judgment. My body failed. My body was diseased. My body was in pain. I was the one who approved the hysterectomy. I’m the one who has been slowly gutted like a fish—my female organs being removed one at a time making me less than a woman. I’m the one who won’t give my parents grandchildren. I’m the one who won’t make my brothers uncles. I’m the one who won’t make a future husband a father. I cry at pregnancy/birth announcements when I really should be overjoyed so I’m a horrible friend.
Infertility is judgment about others. She’s inconsiderate and thoughtless about sharing her pregnancy news. He’s biking with his daughter and she doesn’t have a helmet on—he doesn’t care about her safety. She’s too over-protective. He’s living through his child. She jokes about giving her children away when they misbehave. I, if given the chance to parent, would never do such things. I would be a perfect parent.
Infertility is judgment about God/a Higher Power. If there was a God, mothers and fathers who kill or mistreat their children would not be allowed to be parents at all. I’ve done everything right, why am I not blessed with a child? Did I do something wrong—am I being punished for something? God is a bastard for giving me this disease; a disease with no cure.
Infertility is judgment from society. I won’t ever be a true woman if I am not a mother. I’m an outsider to all the moms. It’s being asked, “Do you have any kids?” when meeting someone new. It’s being told, “Just adopt” when they find out you can’t get pregnant. It’s being told that my disease and infertility was “meant to be” or some kind of “plan.”
Infertility is hard enough without all the judgments. Infertility is full of judgments, both internal and external. Infertility is learning to live with these judgments. Infertility is accepting me and my body for what they are. Infertility is learning to forgive myself and others for such judgments.
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This is a great post. You've really put into words so many things I've thought, and thought, and thought over the years. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteYour body did fail you. As well as mine. I can not accept that it is part of a bigger plan or meant to be. I think it is pure science, something went wrong. It is not fair or just in any way. You should not have had to chose to be robbed of your organs in hope to get a little pain relief. It is not your fault and yet I can sit here and blame myself for the same things. I am so very sorry. You know I love you with no conditions to the love <3
ReplyDeleteFor me infertility was the absence of hope - so I went out and found some elsewhere. I changed my life and grew to accept me as me. That doesn't mean I don't get angry at the situation from time to time. That doesn't mean that I don't have bad days. However, I am a good person and although I don't have children of my own, I have a number of children in my life that I like to spoil - regularly. I'm lucky and grateful.
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ReplyDeleteBravo, hun. Bravo. Beautiful post.
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