I’m not quite sure I understand the imbroglio here. Best I can tell, we’re talking about people being judgmental about others’ fertility decisions? Some people tell others they should adopt or shouldn’t adopt or should use fertility treatments or shouldn’t use fertility treatments or should be parents or shouldn’t be parents of should drop their eyeballs in the Antarctic?—-Didn’t quite get the point of the last, but….—
People off their opinions about the lives of others all the time. For free. Whether such advice is desired or not. Why do people feel qualified to offer advice? I don’t know. They’re alive? But think about it. What qualifies people to offer advice about life changing decisions?
They’re alive?
There is no objective right or wrong on these choices, although that does not stop people from acting as if there is. What else is new? Personally, even though people may be hurtful, I do not think they do it on purpose. I believe they think they are being helpful. How do they know you haven’t considered adoption? Do most people even ask about your fertility adventures? Not really. They just jump in with both feet without thinking. Trying to be helpful.
Infertile women often get all upset when a friend or family member gets pregnant or has a baby. The pregnancy reminds them of how they can’t get pregnant. Why can’t they be happy for their friend? Perhaps they are, but they are also sad for themselves.
The thing is that most people don’t know how to relate to someone who can’t have a baby. First of all, they may not even know. But second, it isn’t in their realm of experience. For most of us, infertility is not in our experience, especially those of us who find out for the first time that we aren’t having our own kids (which is to say, biological kids). Non-biological kids can be “our own” but that is in the sense that we parent them. Adopted kids can never be our own genetically.
It was a huge shock for me. The thing that everyone else could do as easily as falling off a log; the thing that everyone else was trying to stop; the thing that is the most creative human act; the thing that defines humanity; was the one thing I could not do in a natural way. Maybe I couldn’t do it at all. I felt like I was no longer a member of the human race.
I had no choice.
People who adopt have a choice. And if you adopt because you have a choice between having biological children and adopting other people’s children, that’s one thing. But to tell people who have no choice that adoption is what they should do is an extremely insensitive thing to do. I have just discovered I’m an alien. I have to deal with that first, before I can even begin to think about alternatives ways to be a parent.
Maybe I didn’t want to just be a parent. That’s a choice people make. They don’t care who the kids are. They just want to parent. I feel differently. I don’t just want to parent; I want to parent kids I feel that deep, underlying connection to that comes from knowing you share blood with them.
At one point, I asked my best friend to donate sperm and we tried AI a couple of times. I wanted to know where my child was coming from. The idea of having a stranger’s child made me… well… I didn’t want to do it. Maybe I’m selfish. Maybe I doubt my ability to parent. Maybe both. If my children weren’t my own, I would always be wondering why they were the way they were. I thought I was a pretty bad bet as a parent, anyway. My ideas about parenting seemed pretty unconventional. I have no business visiting my ideas on someone else’s kids. I’ve always felt that way. I’ve never touched another parent’s child because I’m sure the parent would not appreciate the way I handle things. With my own kids, no one else has a say.
To be told I should adopt is like hitting me when I’m down. Already I’m an alien. Now you want to tell me to bring up alien children? Now you insist this is what I do? You have no idea who I am. Hell, I don’t even know who I am any more. Just keep your advice to yourself. No one asked you for it.