Fertility Privilege

When Maria first approached me about this guest post, my reaction was one of intrigue and excitement. It swiftly turned to one of bafflement and slight terror. I mean, I’m infertile. I know my experience with infertility, but that doesn’t mean I know everyone’s or how they all feel about it when faced with the insensitivity and honest ignorance of others. I felt pressure (as I always do when guesting for someone I respect) to get it just right – perfect. Then I remembered I’m not perfect and I don’t need to speak for everyone who is in the infertility boat with me – just me. So that’s what I’m doing – I’m speaking for me and speaking of the fertility privilege that I’ve observed and, as a result, resented, whether that’s fair or unfair.

(Photo: IVF meds package #1 of countless...)

Here’s some of what I’ve heard and continue to hear from those who are lacking in understanding (and tact, to be quite frank):

(To continue to read, click here to see my full guest post at Barrel of Oranges.)