Fertility Privilege, Part 2

Ok, here’s where the academics come in. Most folks have heard something about the dynamics of power and privilege, but not everyone, so please forgive the review if you’re ahead. Here is a quick and dirty outline of privilege and what it does/fails to do:

Privilege is any societal advantage you hold because your skin color, your gender, your sexual identity, your able-bodiedness, your age, your class, your education, your language, or your religion are accepted and prioritized by dominant culture. Privilege means that there are benefits you enjoy – whether consciously or unconsciously, and that part’s really important – because of something about you that society values more than something else. Frequently these are things you were born with, or into. People get very upset when it is pointed out to them that something that is not their “fault” carries implicit potential to harm and dehumanize others. This is usually the place that most folks shut down and say, “I didn’t own slaves, so I don’t know why Black people are so angry at ME”, or “Hey, things are hard for me too!” or “Some of my best friends are (fill in the disenfranchised identity blank).” It is uncomfortable to confront the ways in which we unintentionally contribute to suffering. I don’t like it; you don’t like it. I’d say tough titties, but titties are kind of a privilege battleground with so many different possible interpretations that it’s probably best to leave them out of it for now.

Here are some examples of privileges I inhabit.

  • I am white – dominant culture values white people above people of color. Yes, I know that we have a Black president. We also have the Tea Party, which arose in terrified and enraged response to a Black president. You do the math. I promise, racism still exists in America.
  • I am educated – yes, it’s true that I fought and clawed and persevered my way to that degree, but it’s something about me that makes available to me many things that are unavailable to others.
  • I am middle-class – again, haven’t always been, mostly been dirt-ass poor my whole life, but here I am with a three bedroom rented house and a steady job with health care, frantically banging away on my touch-screen laptop while the central heating takes the edge off the winter chill. That’s about as middle-class as it gets.
  •  I am straight, or (more accurately and, in the eyes of society, more importantly) in a heterosexual partnership that is recognized by the state we live in. Can you fucking imagine what it would feel like if your partnership – your love, who takes out the garbage and does the taxes and holds you when you’re broken and laughs with you when you’re joyful, and all the mundane and exquisitely miraculous things we do for and with each other when we make a promise – were condemned by the government? Just sit with that for a moment. No, seriously. Just sit with it.
  • I am cisgender – this means that my assigned sex reflects the gender I perceive myself to be. I have girl parts, I feel like a girl. No one questions what bathroom I should use, no one reacts with ignorant fear and disgust when I walk down the street dressed like I feel like I should be dressed. I bet you take that for granted.

There are more, many more, I’m sure. Unexamined privilege is just that – we don’t know it’s there. I am stating my privileges first off here to show you how easy it is to not notice that you occupy privilege. I embody all sorts of ways in which patriarchy, racism, capitalism and hegemony inflict harm upon those it deems valueless. We all do.

So, that’s privilege. Now let’s talk about fertility privilege.

Maybe it wants another name, I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I made it up, considering that when I googled “fertility privilege” mostly what I got was welcome letters from fertility doctors saying what a privilege it is to serve their clientele. Breeder privilege? I-can-get-knocked-up-and-carry-a-baby-to-term-and-successfully-push-it-out-of-my-vagina privilege? Or possibly I-can-knock-up-others-so-that-they-carry-and-successfully-deliever privilege? Or how about My-relationship-and-physical-appearance-is-sanctioned-by-society-and-therefore-no-one-looks-at-me-funny-when-I-say-I-want-a-baby privilege? I don’t know. It’s a work in progress.

I can only tell you what it feels like to not have it.

Multiple times over the course of my week I find myself in a room full of people who have given birth or sired children. I am often the only childless person, and since people talk about their children constantly and with the easy, flippant cadences of “Oh, you know how it goes!”, I frequently feel ostracized and alienated.

Many times a day I am confronted by a constant stream of information – from social media to commercials to the fucking baby food samples they’re STILL sending me from Similac – representing pregnancy, childbirth and parenting as the norm. It’s so normal people don’t think about it. Unless they can’t do it. And not just the norm, the standard. The end-all-be-all of hope and joy and love and meaning and value. Watch some commercials with this thought in mind, and think about what it might feel like to be on the outside looking in. Think heteronormativity: media, language, public signs, greeting cards, literature, music, just about every bit of cultural production that isn’t specifically geared toward an LGBTQI population just assumes a basic normative state of heterosexuality. That leaves anyone who falls outside of a cisgender male/female partnering feeling utterly invisible and invalid. I’ll have to come up with a new word – fertilinormativity! – to describe what it’s like to be totally unrepresented by the daily expressions of the vast majority of society because I am not able to make a baby.

If I try to talk about the differences between my body and those of people who can reproduce, my experience is often patronized and minimized, even by thoroughly well-meaning people. I am told that someday, I might just be normal. If I just have hope. It’s like telling someone with cerebral palsy that they should just buck up and one day they’ll shake it off. Or that really there’s nothing different about me, I’m just like everyone else, which is essentially telling me that the thing that makes me different is so aberrant and intolerable that you can’t even allow yourself to see it. Or that I am lucky that I don’t have to put up with all the terrible things that parenthood entails, which sounds exactly like a millionaire telling a homeless person how tough it is to have to think about all your money all the time.

At least once a week someone – a client, a grocery clerk, the mani/pedi lady – asks me why I don’t have children with this sort of mix of disgust, concern and sorrow, as if it is some kind of abhorrent and neglectful oversight on my part. Like I have chosen this, and choosing this is a rejection of everything good and wholesome and right.

If I get angry about all of this alienation and isolation and ostracizing, I am often greeted by otherwise compassionate people who lament about how uncomfortable it is for them to be fertile in the face of all my infertility, as though I am committing some kind of unforgivable social faux pas by relentlessly NOT being able to have a baby. There is sort of only so much anger people are willing to take before it becomes too sad for them. The freedom to disengage from the anger of infertility because it’s uncomfortable is a privilege that infertile people don’t have.

Facebook. Fucking, fucking Facebook. A 24hour stream of how totally different and defective you are. The worst, of course, are the pregnancy posts. Yes, you can block people, and I have and will continue to do so. Blessed, blessed blocking. But you have to be careful or else you will end up blocking nearly everyone you know, because nearly everyone you know is able to have children. And you are not. And because fertility is the norm of the dominant culture, I am expected to refrain from being angry or upset or slowly driven mad by the utter ubiquity of it all throughout the very fabric of my social interactions, or at least from describing that upset in an overt way. And yes, people should get to celebrate their pregnancies on their Facebook pages, which are their free-speech podiums and they can represent themselves however they want. But if you had even a few friends on Facebook who were severely disabled by missing limbs, you might think twice before you posted daily pics of your arms and how awesome and full of love and mystery and delight they are. You might think twice if someone important to you had recently lost a spouse and you really wanted to post all your wedding pictures. For some reason, this never occurs to people when it comes to infertility. Because fertility is an unexamined privilege.

What should we do with unexamined privilege? We should examine it, to start with. We should take a look at what we’re putting out in the world and think about microaggressions – those small, unconscious acts of verbal violence that we deal out without meaning to that make other people feel invisible, invalid, inhuman. We should not examine it and then say, “I have examined my privilege! Now stop being all disenfranchised at me! It’s making me uncomfortable!” We should continue to approach people with humility and empathy and the firm understanding that we do NOT know what their experience is, just because we once had a brief moment of the same experience or we know someone who did.

Do some word-swaps with me:

“I totally know how you feel as an infertile person, because before we had our 3rd we tried for two whole months and it was really, really stressful.” = “I totally know how you feel as a person of color, because once I went to Oakland and I was the only white person and it was really, really stressful.”

“You should be happy you don’t have children – it’s a lot of work!” = “You should be happy you’re in a wheelchair – stairs totally suck anyway!”

“I shouldn’t have to feel bad about my fertility, because it isn’t my fault you’re infertile and I should be able to express myself however I want.” = “I shouldn’t have to feel bad about my whiteness, because I didn’t invent slavery and I should be able to express myself however I want.”

“Some of my best friends are infertile!” = “Some of my best friends are gay!”

I know that most people in my life would never, ever, ever in a million years say anything like these swaps. Most people in my life are kind, compassionate, empathetic and progressive people who have spent a lot of time considering their privilege when it comes to race, class, orientation, gender and ability. For some reason though, fertility privilege seems to slip through the cracks. And all over my head.

I also know that comparing infertility to race, class, orientation, gender and ableness is going to ruffle a lot of feathers. It’s because of that fact that it’s taken me almost three years to claw my way out of the silence and alienation and finally put a name on all of this. Because I don’t like to get people mad at me.

But I have a breathing button, and I’m prepared to use it.

Namaste.

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27 thoughts on “Fertility Privilege, Part 2

  1. You’re such a brilliant writer. I loved these posts and needless to say, they really resonated with me!

  2. This is incredible. I’m a social worker—I tried to articulate these ideas in my social work classes (I was going through loss after loss while in my MSW program) but never quite struck on the verbiage you’re using here, which is perfect. Any plans of writing an article for publication about this? I really encourage you to. Thank you for this.

    • Thanks!!! This is kind of a stupid question, but how would you go about writing an article for publication?

      Also, what a total fucking nightmare to go through miscarriage during grad school. You are a braver human than I.

      • Something like this could be published in a lot of places—dress it down, it could go in a women’s or general-interest mag, dress it up, in an academic journal. I was hearing it as something you could write for more of an academic/social work audience, because of that emphasis on privilege, and how nicely it fits with all of the other SW literature out there on the same topic.

        Or a feminist journal: This would be a more academic route: http://www.oise.utoronto.ca/rfr/ (author guidelines are right there on the website).

        Or you could try to get it published in Resolve’s newsletter.

        Yes—it’s that awesome!

        As for going through RPL during SW grad school—it was almost so nightmarish that it was absurd. I still cannot believe I finished the program!

  3. Yay! This is going to be fun! A couple of other people have suggested Huffpo and Bitch. I’m going on vacation for a week, so I’ll have lots of time to think about where I want to go with this. Thank you so much for your encouragement and guidance!

  4. I do hope you publish this, because it is seriously spot on. Thank you.

  5. Jenn says:

    Incredible. I love everything about this post.

  6. I love it when someone so perfectly describes something I hadn’t been able to put into words, because it became, as you put it, “just the water I swam in.” You’ve made me laugh AND made me think … excellent!

  7. Fantyse says:

    As a woman struggling with infertility, I connected with every word. My favorite phrase, one in which I feel as if you stole straight from my mouth is “Facebook. Fucking, fucking Facebook.” Its always a relief to see someone who gets it!

  8. hopesin2013 says:

    I also love this. I am commenting to also strongly encourage you to publish this piece somewhere where more people can read it. What a thoughtful way to capture and illustrate what it is like to be infertile.

  9. Jo says:

    This. Is. Brilliant. And so true. And finally achieving fertile privilege after a decade of striving for it? Also eye-opening. It’s as though everyone is relieved that I am no longer broken. Except that I am, and I always will be. But even fewer people see it now. They see only a growing bump, and they make assumptions. Some days I want to tattoo on my face how fucking hard we worked for this, and how many years of disappointment and loss we endured. And how crossing over into the privileged side doesn’t mean I really feel like I belong there. And that I still wish everyone else would be more careful and more aware, especially because they don’t know where someone else falls on the spectrum.

    So much to think about.

  10. This is one of the most eloquent and truthful posts about IF. And thank all of the gods for the ability to block FB posts!!!

  11. […] privilege.” See these excellent posts, “Fertility Privilege, Part 1” and “Fertility Privilege, Part 2”  by Schroedinger’s Catbox—that’s where I got the phrase from. I hope she […]

  12. Reblogged this on Infertile Girl in a Fertile World and commented:
    Came across this post while jumping from blog to blog, playing six degrees of separation and it stopped me dead. So well written, and unfortunately all very true. I’m reblogging for the IF community that I am involved with, but if I ever get the balls to come out of the IF closet, I will use this to explain myself.

  13. infertilelady says:

    This is an amazing post! It’s like you crawled in my muddled head and made perfect sense of the inane ramblings I’ve been trying to get across to people…. especially about facebook!

  14. A. says:

    Brilliant! Yes, an “unexamined” privilege…yes, fertile people pull away because acknowledging their privilege makes them “uncomfortable”…yes, how nice it would be if we could side-step our otherness with the ease that the privileged do, but I guess that’s the essence of the privilege itself.

  15. […] December of last year, Schrodinger’s Catbox wrote a two part installment on fertility privilege that I found very fascinating, and I think anybody in the ALI community could relate to. I was also […]

  16. […] cents on it out there, and, quite frankly, they’ve probably said it better than I ever could (The Fertility Privilege). But yet again, the universe bumped me on my ass, and I find myself reeling from the value that is […]

  17. rikkileetie says:

    Love love love this!! I am re-blogging I hope you don’t mind!!!

  18. Theritzes says:

    Hi… I just reached this post following another post. I must say thank you this is the most beautiful thing i have read. All tge best

  19. CAM says:

    This concept of “fertility privilege ” struck me this week as talk shows were getting upset over Chrissy Teigan “picking out” her baby girl. Urgh! You’re one of the only pages Google turned up but I think you’re on to something here.

  20. ZenParenting says:

    Having a particularly heated and asinine debate on this very topic on my FB fan page right now, which led to me to your blog. I wrote a blog about fertility privilege myself that I thought I’d share since they’re so few and far between. http://barreloforanges.com/2013/07/26/fertility-thoughtless-words-and-intersectionality-a-guest-post-from-amy-brown/

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