When I got engaged, I phoned my gynaecologist’s office to see if there was an alternative to the pill for my issues (I’d somewhat talked about it at the appointment before then, but I wanted to ask point blank). As is customary for such offices, my question was taken to the nurse, who asked what I wanted and why. In talking to her, I mentioned that I’m Catholic and was not comfortable using the pill once married. She then became obviously agitated and told me “it’s your body and no one can tell you what to do with it!” Taken aback by this attitude, I quickly got off and my question was never taken to the doctor, to my knowledge.
All these years later, and I can’t help thinking about it. Besides assuming that I couldn’t possibly be asking this question of my own volition, she also didn’t give me a choice. It’s my body, and she was adamant I should have a choice, yet she didn’t give me a choice. I wanted to know what, if any, alternatives were available so I could have a choice and not be stuck with something I didn’t especially like, but no choice was given.
Musing on that led me to consider how often this idea of “choice” is often no more than lip service. The choices that are promoted and offered are all meant to suppress or thwart a working part of a woman’s anatomy, and other choices are derided. Instead of teaching a woman to chart and thus identify issues, she’s given a bandaid. Those who choose to chart anyway are derided as using something unscientific when it is actually backed by science. It seems somewhat ironic that this mantra of choice actually allows for only one choice. Surely women should be given all the information available to make a truly informed choice?