Blog 4

When I was 13, I asked my doctor to take all my "lady parts" out because I was never going to have babies. He laughed and said I would change my mind once I got older.

When I was 27, I asked my doctor what I had to do to get a partial hysterectomy and he laughed (same doc as when I was 13) and said that I would change my mind one day.

Finally, about a yeara nd a half ago, at 28 1/2 , I asked my new female physician what I needed to do to get a partial hysterectomy because I KNOW with 100% certainty that I never want to carry a child, and she told me that I had to meet one of the following criteria: 1. be 30 years old, 2. have given birth to 3 children already, or 3. have a medical reason to do so. 

I went in last week for my yearly check-up and asked her about it again because I will be 30 on October the 8th and this time she gave me the name and number to a gynecologist in town and told me I would have to take it up with him. I went for my consultation this past Friday and left there so mad I could have spit! He basically informed me that insurance would never pay for it because I have no medical need to do so, that even if I plead my case to them, it would take months of mental health counseling and probably a mandatory class or 2 at some well-baby facility. Then he told me to wait until I got married and then decide whether or not I still wanted to go through it. 

Are you kidding me? Why don't I get to choose whether or not I have these parts in me? Just because I am female, I must certainly want to have children, the miracle of life, blah, blah, blah...NO!! I don't want any of that. If I ever choose to have kids, they will be adopted, pure and simple. I think that pregnancy is disgusting and I would resent a child should I ever choose to carry one. I understand that this is not the typical response, but it's mine and it should be valid. I am a healthy woman, educated and of sound mind and body and I don't want to have babies! Still, someone else gets to decide whether or not I should have to keep the parts of my anatomy that would cater to one. It will never stop pissing me off that I don't have the final say in the matter. The vengeful and spiteful part of me hopes that these doctors live until I hit menopause so I can go in there, CHILDFREE, and say "SEE!!" Grrrr....