So today I talked to a doctor about my prescriptions.
“You’re not on birth control?” he said.
“Doctor,” says I, “if I get pregnant right now, I can start a religion.” He looked confused. “I’m not having sex with anyone.”
“You should really be on birth control, Seer.” They never call me Miss or Ms. It’s always a relationship of power with the ones that insist on me.
“I’ve never been pregnant before.” He looked incredulous. “Besides, I have condoms and Plan B in the house.” I’m getting defensive at this point. I actually considered telling him about my sexual history so he would shut the fuck up.
“Condoms are not 100% effective.”
“Nothing is 100% effective.”
“Well,” I said, sighing, “I can talk to my gynecologist. I know the stuff I’m on is teratogenic. We’ve discussed an IUD before.”
“That would be an excellent idea.”
“But I’m very careful, Doctor.”
“Still, you should consider it. Consider the copper implant. It’s just a piece of copper. Everything you’re on is dangerous. I don’t have anymore questions for you, Seer. Do you have anymore questions for me?”
That was it.
But why was this relevant? He wasn’t a gynecologist. He deals with the other end of my body. Yes, it’s great that he’s concerned with keeping me from causing myself and others pain. At a certain point, isn’t it just harassment?
I’ve also had at least two doctors tell me I should seriously consider whether or not I think I’m fit to breed because of my diagnosis. Yes, it can be genetically transmitted. I’m glad I get to make this decision knowingly. I just wonder if they have these conversations with all their patients who maybe considering having children, or just their patients with wombs? Something tells me to be skeptical.
Why do so many conversations with doctors end up back at my reproductive organs? It’s not like I’m constantly thinking about breeding every time I see them. They never even ask me if I’m a lesbian! Is that what they teach them in med school? You can only be of service to ladies if you treat their wombs? What about all the other stereotypical lady problems? Like being beaten? Are they looking for those warning signs? Or osteoporosis? Or sluttiness? Or even worse: bitchdom?