So last week was sort of an introduction to infertility with a few terms and definitions sprinkled in among my usual smart ass remarks.
The People Who Have the Right to Know Some Things:
a) Your boss. Your work schedule will be constantly affected by fertility treatments. He or she will know something is up and have to know there’s a good reason for you needing time off or coming in late or leaving early frequently. Still, there’s no need to get into all of it: “I’m going for a procedure that requires a lot of doctor’s appointments and may take a few months or so. But I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.” (Meaning: No need to train my replacement.) As opposed to: “You know, I’ve been married for a while now and we’ve been trying to have a baby for a while, and you might remember I was in my sister’s wedding party last year… Remember I took off that long week end last May because she had a destination wedding to the Bahamas? So anyway, she’s already pregnant. And, even though my periods are regular…”
b) Your Human Resources person- or whoever handles your specific insurance questions. Tell your personal business only to the actual person with the answers. My human resources person was just the nasty, vindictive woman whose sole job was to give me the runaround when I was trying to get reimbursed for mileage for using my car. If you’ve got one of those, just do what I did: Politely and professionally get the number for the benefits person from her, yell “& send my mileage already you useless…!” and slam down the phone.
The third category is:
People Who Have the Right to Know Nothing.
Everybody else. Your mother, your sister, your BFF since elementary school, your Facebook friends, your LinkedIn connections, your cousin who’s more like your sister than your sister, your neighbor who you see at the mailbox every day, your coworkers who you work next to every day, the cashier at the supermarket who you’ve seen every week for five years. Screw them all. If they’re not a direct contributor to this child’s DNA or directly involved in your insurance or keeping your job— they have no rights. There are a lot of people in our lives who you’re close to, so close in fact, that you just know you’re not going to get the response or reaction you need from them right now. Or it’s all so draining and you just don’t want to get into all the details with them right now. Or you’re afraid if you start telling them something, they’re going to keep annoying you for updates, or it’s someone who’s got a big heart and an even bigger mouth and the whole family/ office/ neighborhood /supermarket / school/ post office / gym / yoga studio will know your business within the hour.
I’m not saying this will be easy– especially with people you have historically shared everything with or people you see or talk to all the time. Acceptable answers to their proddings should be short: “I’m really not ready to discuss it now.” “I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry about.” “It’s kind of personal.”
And to this question: “When are you going to have children?” I like this response: “We’re working on it.” People like things that sound dirty.
Even if you have to tell them more than once, a reasonable person will give you your space. An unreasonable person will ask you every day trying to wear you down. The appropriate response to them is:
“Mind your own fucking business.” Desperate times call for desperate measures.
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