I wanted so badly to post this afternoon, because I had one of the worst episodes EVER with someone concerning my childfreedom. But apparently the site was down, so I couldn't post, and I was very frustrated. I've calmed down a bit now, but I still want to share this. I'm going to copy and paste the story from an e-mail I wrote to Snoochface this afternoon when I was desperate to talk about it.
I joined a gym today. The gym employee who was signing me up and taking my measurements and whatnot was asking me friendly questions, you know, get-to-know-you stuff. What do you do, where are you from, how long have you lived here, etc. So then she says, "What about kids? Do you have kids?"
"No," I said.
"Any plans for kids?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"NO?" she asked loudly, in a disbelieving tone, with a stunned look on her face.
"No," I repeated.
She was silent for a long time as she continued to take my measurements. After a couple minutes she said, "Is it because you move around a lot? Is that why you have no plans for kids?"
I said, "No."
And then she said, with a look of horror on her face, "Is it that you just don't like children?"
So then, because I'm a freakin' idiot, I started to tell her my story. I said, "Well, I have health issues that make it unlikely that I'll conceive naturally, but my husband and I are completely at peace with it, because we don't have a desire to have children anyway."
She looked a bit relieved (presumably to find out there's something physically wrong with me and not just, in her view, mentally), and she said, "So if you do get pregnant, you'll be okay with it, but you're also okay with it if you don't?"
Not wanting to discuss it further, I said, "Well, yeah, I guess you could put it that way." (Not 100% true, but close, since of course if I did get pregnant I would keep the child.)
And then she said, "So you have no plans to adopt?"
I said, "No."
And she said, "Well, you'll probably change your mind as you get older."
I said, "I don't think so. You know that thing that most women have inside them that makes them yearn for children? I don't have that."
"Oh, so you don't have that maternal thing, huh?"
"No."
And then she said, "So your husband feels the same way you do about kids?"
I said, "Yes."
And she said, almost sarcastically (at least according to my perception), "Oh well, I guess you make a good pair then."
So anyway, I am so upset right now. And you know who I'm really mad at? ME. What is wrong with me, that I am so freakin' polite that I can't even let someone know that they're being totally out of line? I shouldn't have answered any of her questions. She was a complete stranger, and my reproductive life is none of her freakin' business.
The thing is, I tried to keep it to one word answers, until I saw the look of shock and horror on her face, and then I started worrying about what she was thinking about me, so I tried to explain myself. Why do I get like that? I mean, why should I care what she thinks of me? I should have just told her it was none of her business. But I can be tough and speak my mind on internet forums, but as soon as I'm face to face with someone, I can't be anything less than completely nice and polite. And while some people might think that's a good way to be, I hate myself for it right now.
Oh, and one other thing (not related to childfreedom, but since I'm venting anyway...), this woman, when she measured my body fat percentage (using this little machine thing that sends a current through your body which can tell how much fat you have on your body) and calculated my BMI, or whatever (forgive me if I'm getting my terminology wrong), she said, "Oh, wow, your BMI isn't nearly as high as I thought it was going to be from looking at you."
Oh, well, gee, thanks. How nice to know that I look fatter than I actually am. Isn't that just peachy.
I know, I should write a letter to the manager about this woman, but I figure that would just cause more awkwardness when I go in there than there already will be.
I joined a gym today. The gym employee who was signing me up and taking my measurements and whatnot was asking me friendly questions, you know, get-to-know-you stuff. What do you do, where are you from, how long have you lived here, etc. So then she says, "What about kids? Do you have kids?"
"No," I said.
"Any plans for kids?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"NO?" she asked loudly, in a disbelieving tone, with a stunned look on her face.
"No," I repeated.
She was silent for a long time as she continued to take my measurements. After a couple minutes she said, "Is it because you move around a lot? Is that why you have no plans for kids?"
I said, "No."
And then she said, with a look of horror on her face, "Is it that you just don't like children?"
So then, because I'm a freakin' idiot, I started to tell her my story. I said, "Well, I have health issues that make it unlikely that I'll conceive naturally, but my husband and I are completely at peace with it, because we don't have a desire to have children anyway."
She looked a bit relieved (presumably to find out there's something physically wrong with me and not just, in her view, mentally), and she said, "So if you do get pregnant, you'll be okay with it, but you're also okay with it if you don't?"
Not wanting to discuss it further, I said, "Well, yeah, I guess you could put it that way." (Not 100% true, but close, since of course if I did get pregnant I would keep the child.)
And then she said, "So you have no plans to adopt?"
I said, "No."
And she said, "Well, you'll probably change your mind as you get older."
I said, "I don't think so. You know that thing that most women have inside them that makes them yearn for children? I don't have that."
"Oh, so you don't have that maternal thing, huh?"
"No."
And then she said, "So your husband feels the same way you do about kids?"
I said, "Yes."
And she said, almost sarcastically (at least according to my perception), "Oh well, I guess you make a good pair then."
So anyway, I am so upset right now. And you know who I'm really mad at? ME. What is wrong with me, that I am so freakin' polite that I can't even let someone know that they're being totally out of line? I shouldn't have answered any of her questions. She was a complete stranger, and my reproductive life is none of her freakin' business.
The thing is, I tried to keep it to one word answers, until I saw the look of shock and horror on her face, and then I started worrying about what she was thinking about me, so I tried to explain myself. Why do I get like that? I mean, why should I care what she thinks of me? I should have just told her it was none of her business. But I can be tough and speak my mind on internet forums, but as soon as I'm face to face with someone, I can't be anything less than completely nice and polite. And while some people might think that's a good way to be, I hate myself for it right now.
Oh, and one other thing (not related to childfreedom, but since I'm venting anyway...), this woman, when she measured my body fat percentage (using this little machine thing that sends a current through your body which can tell how much fat you have on your body) and calculated my BMI, or whatever (forgive me if I'm getting my terminology wrong), she said, "Oh, wow, your BMI isn't nearly as high as I thought it was going to be from looking at you."
Oh, well, gee, thanks. How nice to know that I look fatter than I actually am. Isn't that just peachy.
I know, I should write a letter to the manager about this woman, but I figure that would just cause more awkwardness when I go in there than there already will be.