“There Is a Woman: 30, No Children.” A Staggering Article About How Blind We Can Be to Other’s Feelings

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5 years ago

Sometimes, we say words to other people that don’t mean much to us, just to avoid an awkward silence. Just to say something. And we have no idea how people will react to these words. Writer Nadirah Angail published a moving entry in her blog about how easy it is to hurt other people and not even notice it. She wants to make us more attentive and sensitive.

Bright Side wants to share Nadirah’s blog that will move anyone who reads it.

Somewhere there is a woman: 30, no children. People ask her, “Still no kids?” Her response varies from day to day, but it usually includes forced smiles and restraint. “Nope, not yet,” she says with a chuckle, muffling her frustration. “Well, don’t wait forever. That clock is ticking, ya know,” the sage says before departing, happy with herself for imparting such erudite wisdom. The sage leaves. The woman holds her smile. Alone, she cries...

Cries because she’s been pregnant 4 times and miscarried every one. Cries because she started trying for a baby on her wedding night, and that was 5 years ago. Cries because her husband has an ex-wife and she has given him children. Cries because she wants desperately to try in vitro but can’t even afford the deposit. Cries because she’s done in vitro (multiple rounds) and still has no children. Cries because her best friend wouldn’t be a surrogate. “It would be too weird,” she said. Cries because her medication prevents pregnancy.

Cries because her husband blames himself, and that guilt makes him a hard person to live with. Cries because all of her sisters have children. Cries because one of her sisters didn’t even want children. Cries because her best friend is pregnant. Cries because she got invited to another baby shower. Cries because her mother keeps asking, “Girl, what are you waiting for?” Cries because her in-laws want to be grandparents. Cries because her neighbor has twins and treats them terribly. Cries because 16-year-olds get pregnant without trying. Cries because she’s an amazing aunt. Cries because she’s already picked out names. Cries because there’s an empty room in her house. Cries because there is an empty space in her body. Cries because she has so much to offer. Cries because he’d be a great dad. Cries because she’d be a great mother, but isn’t.

Somewhere else there’s another woman: 34, 5 children. People say to her, “5? Good lord, I hope you’re done!” And then they laugh... because those types of comments are funny. The woman laughs too, but not in earnest. She changes the subject, as she always does, and gives the disrespect a pass. Just another day. Alone, she cries... Cries because she’s pregnant with another and feels like she has to hide the joy. Cries because she always wanted a big family and doesn’t see why people seem so disturbed by it. Cries because she has no siblings and felt profoundly lonely as a child. Cries because her Granny had 12 and she’d love to be just like her.

Cries because she couldn’t imagine life without her children, but people treat her like they’re a punishment. Cries because she doesn’t want to be pitied. Cries because she and her husband are perfectly capable of supporting their family, but that doesn’t seem to matter. Cries because they assume she’s just irresponsible. Cries because she’s tired of the “funny” comments. Cries because she minds her own business. Cries because sometimes she doubts herself and wonders if she should have stopped 2 kids ago. Cries because people are rude. Cries because all she wants to do is live in peace.

Another woman: 40, one child. People say to her, “Only one? You never wanted any more?” “I’m happy with my one,” she says calmly, a rehearsed response she’s given more times than she can count. It’s pretty believable. No one would ever suspect that alone, she cries... Cries because her one pregnancy was a miracle. Cries because her son still asks for a brother or sister. Cries because she always wanted at least 3. Cries because her second pregnancy had to be terminated to save her life. Cries because her doctor says it would be “high-risk.” Cries because she’s struggling to care for the one she has.

Cries because her husband died and she hasn’t found love again. Cries because her family thinks one is enough. Cries because she’s deep into her career and can’t step away. Cries because her postpartum depression was so intense. Cries because she had to have a hysterectomy. Cries because she wants another baby, but can’t have it.

These women are everywhere. They are our neighbors, our friends, our sisters, our co-workers, our cousins. They have no use for our advice or opinions. Their wombs are their own. Let’s respect that.

Do you agree with the author’s opinion, that we shouldn’t ask people these questions?

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I may share a smile.. If I would see a stanza

There may be a women who is single at late 20 s running towards her ambition not like a normal girl who get married and gave birth a child b4 30.. its actually a lot pain when people sarcastically passes comment without realising for wat u aimed at.. and it's my learning process .. many time felt depressed.. but I becam stronger and stronger towards my goal.. you are living for urself not for others...

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It is difficult in all these situations, because everyone is interested in your personal life. We had 7 children in 10 years. As a thirty year old, people commented so much and said things like "Don't you know what causes it?" "What's wrong with you, the world is overpopulated" and such nonsense. I had friends who tried so hard to get pregnant, and felt guilty for our fortunate pregnancies and adorable children. I had people whom I thought were friends leave, because "I was crazy to have so many kids"...

We worked from poor students to owning a house, keeping our children fed, happy, and healthy. We gave up our early lives (gladly) to our children. We had our own hardships, and life doesn't stop when the kids become teenagers, or even adults. Being a parent is a huge step, and a lifelong responsibility. I respect anyone who decides that none, one, or a hundred children is enough. Other people's lives are their own, and they choose how they live. Let's lift each other and respect other's choices. At the end of the day, we are responsible for our lives. :)

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How about noting that some of us simply don't want children and struggle (due to societal expectation and judgement cast upon us

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Woman, 46, no kids, hears "well that's just TRAGIC... It's not too late!", politely smiles as you would at a simpleton because she's at work and doesn't want to get fired. Goes home and doesn't cry because not all women are weepy over nonsense. Reads a blog inferring all women want kids and cry about every little thing, gets aggravated and types a snide response.

Just saying.

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