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I'm Not an Axe Murderer, I'm Just Infertile Is All

Now I'm usually not one to get worked up about being disrespected and all that, but damn there are moments.

I've made a living in two predominantly testosterone-driven industries: the auto industry and the tech industry. I know what it feels like to be in the minority -- both as an English major and as a woman, but it took being infertile to truly appreciate what it means to be dissed.

You can be as out there as you want with your ideas, comport yourself in the most off the wall way your little heart desires (this applies more to Silicon Valley than Detroit), but raise, however gently, the topic of infertility and watch people recoil like you've got cooties or worse.  I might as well tell people I'm an axe murderer. In fact, I think I'd get a warmer reaction. What is it with the discomfort and suspicion that surrounds infertility and infertile people? I'm funny, warm, tuned into the latest gossip, dress stylishly and heck, I can even get a head turn from construction workers on my better days.

But tell people I'm infertile and things get, well, weird. I'm amazed given how much time people devote to bragging on their kids and the effusive praise society lauds on parents and the sacrifices they make for their children that there's zero interest in hearing from those who cannot conceive or the associated fallout. Ironic, isn't it? Fertiles can talk ad nauseum about their kid. Infertiles? Well, we are supposed to keep our lips zipped.

Just to validate my theory, I've been looking into pitching ideas and contributing pieces to a range of magazines. I was motivated to extend some of the insights that I've derived from my infertility blogging community. Here's what I've learned: magazines love stories about the joys and challenges of parenting; balancing work with kids; raising generation Y or Z or whatever the new letter is; fighting the weight gain/stress that comes with being a mom; not letting kids control your life, etc.; or the other extreme such as how to bed a guy without really trying. Okay, I could do the latter pretty easily (what woman among us can't?)

But God forbid you mention anything remotely connected with the "I" words (infertility, IVF, IUI, ICSI) magazine editors just do NOT want to hear about it. In fact, more than a few magazines state that ban up front: Infertiles Need Not Apply.  What? Did I hear you right? You've had your fill of stories about couples who can't conceive? Their lives are completely uninteresting to you?  You mean 14% of the children-bearing population and their lives just don't sell magazines? Really? Did you happen to consider that infertiles are voracious readers.

Hey, we've GOT THE TIME to read (heeellllooo! no kids are underfoot to distract us!) And we've practically got a patent on killing time with the whole waiting to conceive thing.  Have you looked around doctor's offices lately? We are THERE.

And another thing, how do you know we don't have interesting stories to tell? Have you ever solicited them? Drama? Oh, we've got drama. In fact, you probably couldn't handle our stories. Come on. I dare you...