Category Archives: Childfree

Tubal Ligation Scars

I have a good few scars on my body, as I imagine most people do. We all collect scars throughout our lives. Some are very visible and nearly impossible to conceal. Others are so small that even I have to search to find them. Some are fresh, and still tender. Others are older and faded. Some have interesting stories. Others I stare at and find myself at a loss as to how I ever got them.

My most prominent scar runs along my left arm from my wrist to about halfway to my elbow. It’s from the first surgery I ever had, a radial shortening as part of treatment for Keinbock’s disease. I remember that the scar was very sensitive for quite some time. I had to rub and apply gel to the scar to desensitize it. It doesn’t hurt to touch anymore.

The scar with the best story is a small, round scar on my left shoulder. This scar is very pronounced, and is easily visible when I wear clothes without sleeves. Yet it is rarely mentioned by others such that I wonder if people think it’s just a weird mole or something it would be a faux pas to point out. My boyfriend actually thought it was a scar left by a smallpox vaccine, he once told me. It was actually left by a bullet. It’s the entrance wound. The exit is not so visible due to its location in my armpit. Pro tip: getting shot hurts.

I have one set of scars that are much more significant than all the others. They have meaning for who I am and the life I live. I am speaking of my tubal ligation scars. One is just below my belly button and makes it look like I ought to have a piercing. The other rests over my pubic bone and is covered by my underwear.

I have chosen to never have kids. To ensure this, and to show that I really mean it, I had a tubal ligation on July 11, 2011, which also happened to be World Population Day, by a happy coincidence. I am very serious and I put my (medical insurance company’s) money where my mouth is. My scars are my proof.

These scars are a testament to my chosen infertility. They are irrefutable symbols of how serious I am about being childfree.  They are marks outward proof of my resolve. They are also evidence to me that I am protected. These scars mean a lot to me. They’re the only scars on me that reflect part of who I am. These are the only scars that I ever gotten because of something that I consciously chose.

The life that I live now is the result of a series of life choices that I’ve made over the years. Some of those choices were good, others were poor, others still I sorely regret, others still I don’t recall ever making. I have looked back with doubt many of my decisions at some time or another. But never this one. I am certain that I never want kids, and choosing not to have kids has as much impact on the path of someone’s life as the choice to have kids. This is a huge deal.

I could never regret my tubal ligation. It was hands down the single best decision I have ever made in my life. And every time I hear stories from the lives of parents, good or bad, I am comforted by my scar that, for wherever else life takes me, my life will never be that of a parent. These scars bring me security. They bring me happiness. And they bring me pride.

I’m proud of my tubal ligation. I don’t want it hidden. I practically want to shout from the rooftops how happy I am to be sterile (I’m betting that’s not a statement you read often.) And how glad that I am that my right to make this choice is protected, unlike how it was for generations before me. And hell, it’s not even easy to have that right protected in this generation.

The tubal ligation scars, however, are not easily visible. Both are very small and thin and are always covered by my clothing. For this, as petty as it might seem to you, I admit to feeling just a little dissatisfied. With all that my tubal ligation scars mean to me, I only wish that they were bigger and more obvious. More dramatic.

Instead, my scars are as discrete as the choice to be childfree itself seems to be, and with the same huge importance and impact on my life.

But I AM In Danger…

I wrote about a visit to a Planned Parenthood in Denver, some time back. I don’t know why, but I was thinking about it again last night and I remembered something that I neglected to talk about before.

“If you were the one in danger of being killed, wouldn’t you want someone to step in and help?”

That’s what one anti, who would just not leave me alone, said to me when I called her out for being a bully, harassing women. At the time, I think, I said something to the effect of “if you really thought that people were being killed in there, I’d like to think that you’d be doing a lot more than just standing around outside, yelling at people.” I wasn’t buying her bullshit for a second.

But it occurred to me last night that I, along with every other woman, actually am , on a regular basis, in danger of being killed. And that, thankfully, there is someone steeping in to help me. This “someone,” however, is not that screaming anti or any of her ilk. No, they’re people who are really endangering my life by being antis and harassing people outside clinics and attacking women’s human rights at every turn – people like that awful woman who followed me that day. Meanwhile, this “someone” stepping in to defend me is actually a whole population of people – the pro-choice movement, and specifically Planned Parenthood itself (and clinics like it.)

I regret now that I did not have the presence of mind, at the time, to say all that. I can only imagine what her stammering, misogynistic excuse would have been. She probably would have dismissed the deaths she’s caused as “suicides,” as was her young protegé’s method of deflecting responsibility and pissing on her victim’s graves.

But it is true. Blocking access to women’s reproductive rights, particularly abortion rights as was the topic of “conversation” (if you can call it that) at the time, kills women. 67-68 thousand every year, according to the World Health Organization’s estimates. And the people responsible for those deaths are the antis. They are the ones killing people. And with the audacity to say things like, “If you were the one in danger of being killed, wouldn’t you want someone to step in and help?”

Fuck you, you anti-choice, anti-life fucks. Only pro-choice can honestly claim to be pro-life.

Thankfully, these monsters aren’t as powerful as they think they are. As was the case here in Colorado last year with amendment 62, Initiative 26 Mississippi failed to strip women of personhood status by robbing us of our rights to prevent or end pregnancies. Make no mistake, that’s what these so-called “personhood amendments” are really about.

Blogger Clarissa Doesn’t Get Childfree People, But Still Expects To Be Taken Seriously

Edit: I’ve changed my mind about not providing a link to the liar’s post. I’ve provided it here so that anyone who doesn’t appreciate Blogger Clarissa’s lies about me and attack on childfree people in general can see her garbage first hand, and could, if they wish, respond accordingly. I’ve given her plenty of opportunity to act like a real adult and take responsibility for what she wrote, but she has refused, not only refusing to own up to the fact that she lied, but adding more lies lies to the pile. Liars deserve to be called out, challenged, and exposed.

Update 19/10/11: Given a quick glance at BC’s blog, I’m pleased to see that she’s been exposed for the liar that she is. Her commenters are tearing her apart! I’ve also learned that she sells her blog for Kindle on Amazon. As is my civic duty, I’ve decided to leave a review, warning the public against wasting their hard-earned money. With that, I’m thoroughly done with this pathetic liar, hypocrite, and all-around attention-whore. I believe that I’ve thoroughly made my point already.

Poor Blogger Clarissa, you chose the wrong lady to fuck with. You weren’t expecting me to stand up for myself like this, were you? Tsk, tsk, you should have known better. My blog has a history of dealing with trolls most harshly. Have you learned your lesson? Do let us know if you ever feel like behaving in a manner befitting a real adult.

This blog is no stranger to trolls. Earlier this year, I dealt with a troll who chose to respond to a series of posts that I made (these posts were basically a conversation between myself and a self-described pro-natalist who had, for some reason, taken it upon herself to try to make me have babies.) I used the conversation to demonstrate various anti-childfree cliches and bingos. I did not, at any point, attack anyone or anything. At worst, I pointed out to the woman that she was being rude – and she was. But that wasn’t the way the troll told the story. I was accused of saying things that I never said anywhere, and was, by the troll called a number of unkind things which was ironic since that’s exactly what I was accused of doing, although I hadn’t.

I considered the whole episode a fluke, the work of an attention-seeker desperate for blog-fodder but with nothing meaningful to say, and/or a someone with some serious issues. I was not expecting an occurring such as that to happen again. I was wrong.

Earlier today, I wrote about a dream that I had, one in which I inexplicably found myself a mother and was far from happy about it. I received the following response:

(Quoting me) “that it’s different when they’re my own, that I’ll love them when they’re here”

-Many people do believe this kind of idiotic suggestions and then end up with kids they neither need nor are capable of loving. And nothing is sadder than that.

(Quoting me) ” I think when most women imagine having a baby, they romanticize it, thinking of their perfect, adorable Kodak moments. ”

-Just like people who don’t want children are NOT deluded, confused fools, people who do want children are NOT mostly (or even significantly) confused or deluded. I think it’s wrong to generalize in this dismissive way about either group of people.

Baffled, I replied,

I don’t believe that I have generalized anyone. I said “MOST women,” not all women, and I said “I think.” I don’t think that I am wrong in my statement either. Most women DO want children, and I doubt any harbor such a desire with the expectation that they will be miserable. Just as any wanna-mamma why she wants to have a baby because I can guarantee you that she won’t answer that she likes cleaning human shit and hates quality sleep and having a decent bank account balance.

I haven’t called anyone delusional or confused, nor do I think that I’ve been dismissive about a group of people (except maybe babies.) I’m pointing out that when I dream or think about babies, about motherhood, my thoughts are different from those that are common or expected.

I dismissed the comment. Clearly, this individual had misread something, somehow. Perhaps she’d comment back with “My bad,” or “Never-mind,” perhaps blaming weariness or something for her mistake. Or maybe I’d just never hear from her again. Whatever, no big deal either way.

What I was not expecting was to received a trackback from her blog. I had given her the benefit of the doubt before, but her post exposed her as just plain dishonest. I removed the trackback, and will not link to the post in question (apart from a trackback so this person knows that I’ve responded,) because I do not direct traffic to trolls, as I suspect that’s often what they want.  (Edit: I’ve changed my mind.) So there are no context issues, I will quote the text of her post in full. Anyone who wishes to see it on her site can simply Google it.

Just as with the last time that I dealt with the other troll that I mentioned earlier, I’m aware that I probably shouldn’t respond at all. No feeding trolls, right? But, well, I just can’t let blatant lies go unchallenged. And, yeah, I am in a bit of a mood to be bitchy, having dealt with a homophobic and misogynist troll earlier today, so I might find standing up for myself cathartic.

What I Don’t Get About Child-Free People

Anything at all, apparently. 

I think it’s perfectly fine not to have children if you don’t feel like it. No other reason or justification is needed. If you don’t feel like having them, then don’t. It makes you an honest, strong-minded person who doesn’t bow to societal pressures and just does whatever s/he feels like. Perfect!

I’m having flashbacks to the other troll that I started this post by bringing up. She did this same shit, claiming to support the choice to be childfree and then attacking it in the very next breath. 

What I find very disturbing, though, is when people fashion some kind of an identity out of something they say they have no interest in doing. To give an example, I’m a blogger. That’s a huge part of my identity because I spend a lot of time blogging. I don’t garden, however. It would be kind of freaky for me to create an identity for myself based on not gardening and to write endless passionate posts and articles about how gardening sucks and all people who garden are deluded.

Somehow, I doubt this person is frequently confronted about not gardening, or that anyone expects her to garden or that anything must be wrong with her for choosing not to garden. I doubt anyone actively tries to force her to garden, blocking any means she might have of avoiding gardening.  Yeah, not really a well thought out analogy she made there.

I suppose she’s talking about fashioning an identity out of being childfree? I don’t “fashion an identity” out of being childfree, for one thing. I am childfree, just as I am a lot of things. Soldier, veteran, girlfriend, daughter, gamer. These are all what I am, not who I am. It’s this troll who wants to put me into the neat little box of being childfree as an identity, rather than simply seeing it as a lifestyle choice of mine or a detail about me. Further, being childfree isn’t about what I’m not, else I’d refer to myself as childless or as a non-parent or nullipara. I am childfree, that means that I live a dramatically different life from parents. When I write about being childfree, I am writing about the life that I have, not the one that I don’t. As a blogger, why the hell wouldn’t I write about my life and thoughts?

The child-free folks, though (not to be confused with those who are simply childless, like myself), spend a lot of time and energy decrying the horrors of an activity they say they don’t want to participate in and making wild and unflattering generalizations about those who do want to participate in it. Here is the most recent example I encountered:

I find it nothing short of hilarious that she can falsely accuse people of making generalizations, and then turn around and make a generalization herself (that CF people ” ….spend a lot of time and energy decrying the horrors of an activity they say they don’t want to participate in and making wild and unflattering generalizations about those who do want to participate in it. A quick scan through her blog exposes her as someone who commonly generalizes large, diverse groups in unflattering ways. Oh, but I’m sure it’s OK when she does it (never mind that I didn’t actually generalize anyone in my post.)

Edited to add: Oh, this is hilarious! Just for shits and giggles, I read through the comments of this troll’s posts. One of the commenters pointed out that the troll is guilty of generalizing childfree people. Remember, generalizing people is what this troll had attacked me for (even though I hadn’t actually done any such thing in the post in question.) Her response to this commenter, “Once again, NOT every post published online is about you personally. If you are not one of people described here, then the post wasn’t about you.” I’d make a joke about this, but I can’t stop laughing long enough. 

What’s even more hilarious is that this claim isn’t even supported by her own example, in which she quotes me. Apparently, she never bothered to actually read my response to her in the comments section of my post, or has chosen to simply ignore it for her own reasons.

(Quoting me) I think when most women imagine having a baby, they romanticize it, thinking of their perfect, adorable Kodak moments. I do not. . . To me, having a baby means misery, poverty, missed opportunities, burden, servitude, restriction, and a ruined life. My view might not be common, or if it is, it’s not much talked about, but I know that I am not alone.

Anybody is completely entitled to envision having children as “misery, poverty, etc.” What I find hard to comprehend, though, is why this belief has to be accompanied by a ridiculous generalization about the stupidity of “most women” who only think of Kodak moments and can’t even imagine what the reality of having children means.

I already responded to this when she first wrote the comment, but in the telling of her blog, she turns up the dishonesty. I was, in my post, contrasting my view of being a mother with the views of women who actually want to be mothers. Whereas other women might think of happy things about being a mother, I simply do not. I never said that anyone was right, wrong, deluded, or stupid, nor have I even implied anywhere that any women, let alone most women, “ can’t even imagine what the reality of having children means.”

Frankly, this blogger is a liar, and is therefore fairly called a troll.

Why such intense disrespect for so many women? (Men are not mentioned at all here. Probably this blogger believes that women reproduce through parthenogenesis.)

I haven’t disrespected anyone in my post. I was writing about myself and how different I am from what’s considered normal and what that says about me. And as this post is about me, a woman, and a dream I had about being an unhappy mother, I’m baffled as to what place any mention of men had anywhere in the post, or why the absence of any such mention must indicate some ignorance of biology.

Why not choose, instead, to give people who want kids (as well as people who don’t)  the benefit of the doubt and proceed from the assumption that they know what they are doing?

I never said anyone didn’t know what they were doing. My point was that I know what I’m doing.

As with the claim to support the decision to not have children which the troll prefaced this post with, this statement is later contradicted by the post itself and, most egregiously, by the final statement.

Whenever I talk to a child-free person, I always notice that they talk about babies a lot more than even the most obsessed parents. (Also, baby poop tends to feature prominently in those conversations, which makes a lot of sense psychoanalytically.) They go on and on about how all of those people who have children are completely insane and how their lives must be totally and hopelessly ruined. After a while of listening to this “parenthood is such a nightmare” whining, I begin to think that this seemingly ideological child-free position is nothing but a huge case of sour grapes.

Doubtful. Funny, I talk to childfree people all the time in multiple communities and rarely see any such thing. Apart from my use of the word “nightmare” while describing an unpleasant dream that I had, and once mentioning shit, as it’s something babies do, something the baby did in my dream, and is something I never want to have to deal with. (I mentioned drool too, as well as tiny facial features, but I guess those didn’t stand out. Also, it seems to me that most talk about baby shit has been by parents, must the annoyance of childfree people as well as anyone else who doesn’t want to hear about that.) I haven’t said anything that this person generalizes childfree people as obsessing over, so attempting to use my post as an example to support her point is complete nonsense.

People who are completely sure of an important life decision they made will never spend a moment defending it.

Except maybe when it’s constantly attacked, degraded, invalidated, and undermined.

Because whenever you feel the need to defend it, it’s not “society” you are talking to. It’s that nasty little voice in your head telling you that probably your decision was a mistake.

So much for “I think it’s perfectly fine not to have children if you don’t feel like it. No other reason or justification is needed. If you don’t feel like having them, then don’t. It makes you an honest, strong-minded person who doesn’t bow to societal pressures and just does whatever s/he feels like. Perfect!” and “Why not choose, instead, to give people who want kids (as well as people who don’t)  the benefit of the doubt and proceed from the assumption that they know what they are doing?”

I find it amazing that someone can look at a post in which I describe a dream in which I’m miserable with a child and act like it means that must secretly want one. I can’t even imagine the logical acrobatics at play with that one.

I could, if I wanted, turn this around on the troll, speculating that she wants kids based on her self-admitted failure to understand child-free people (By the way, shouldn’t one actually bother to know about a topic that they wish to write about? Since when is ignorance an argument in favor of an option?) and her making a point of identifying herself as childless rather than child-free to indicate that she probably does want kids. I could go on from that to conclude that the troll is therefore likely projecting her desire for kids, and missing the point of my original post entirely. But, well, I’m not really interested in delving into that and analyzing someone.

You know what really gets me? This troll made the same mistake as the other one did. She wrote a dishonest post about me, in response to an unlikely post of mine (honestly, if someone wants to use a post of mine to color me as offensive, they could have found a couple better ones. I can be a real bitch when I want to be. Just saying,) and then linked to my post. Any reader who bothered could click the link, read what I actually wrote, and then see the troll for the liar she really is. Troll, a word of advice, if you’re going to slander someone, don’t provide your audience with the resource needed to prove you wrong.

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