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It’s been a while since I’ve posted one of my maps.  And now there are two!

The first is a picture of something I’ve been working on since January; namely, the idea of sovereignty.  The idea is a work in progress, and the map is one of many spanning that progress.  I am posting it for Nathalie and Jaunita, who are right there with me when I need them.

The second is a picture of change.  Once upon a time I was the girl who could not walk across campus without tensing every muscle for fear people were looking at her.  The girl who would blush and stammer rather than hold a conversation.  The very queen of awkwardness, the non-phone-answerer, the one who declined every invitation.  Twenty years on, I am the woman who will pounce upon a friendly looking stranger with a ‘hi, I’m an enormous introvert; pleased to meet you!’  How did this happen you ask?  Still trying to work that one out, and I am posting this map for a dear friend who is on the journey too.

Pictures make me feel less mopey about the ten half-finished blog posts in my notebook. Let’s all forget about those posts and enjoy the shiny.  Or else.

It’s time to share something I’ve been keeping largely to myself over the past few months. At this point, a few of you will jump to the inevitable conclusion: ‘babies!’ A topical conclusion, but an incorrect one.

Being born with a factory for making more of me, the question of children is one I’ve been considering for many years. At twenty, I was confident that I didn’t want to have children in the coming few years. At twenty-five, I was leaning towards the idea that I might never want children. And now, in my thirties, I feel comfortable that my path in life doesn’t involve motherhood.

I find the commonly-held expectation that one will justify the reasons for choosing not to have children to be counter-intuitive when it comes to my own decision-making process, and it is far more consistent with my own values to ask the question, ‘What are my reasons for choosing to have a child?’ And the answer to that, increasingly, has been ‘I don’t have any reasons. Not one single, persuasive reason for me to choose to bring a child into the world. I don’t even want to.’  And you know what? After a decade of asking ‘Why wouldn’t I?’ I’ve personally found it so much clearer and more meaningful to ask ‘Why would I?’ My default is different from many people’s, and that just took a little time to figure out.

After some thought and research, much contemplation of the modding of biology and an excellent conversation last month with one of the doctors at Family Planning WA, I’ve learned that surgery for tubal ligation is no longer the only option and that new fallopian implant methods such as Adiana and Essure have roughly comparable failure rates. (The doctor also made the point that IVF is available to patients who change their mind later in life; I sincerely hope it will never come to that, but it’s good information to have nonetheless.)

There are only a few gynecologists in my city who carry out the newer procedures, and those that do tend to have long waiting lists.  In fact, when I called with my referral the first appointment available to me was in mid-September. Then yesterday, I received a phone call to say that there had been a cancellation and I was welcome come in the following morning. After a moment of anxiety about the sudden change in timing, I said I’d be very happy to take the appointment. (My appreciation to the woman who cancelled; perhaps you’re still thinking it over, or have changed your mind. Maybe you’re even pregnant now. Whoever you are, I hope that your choices are happy and fulfilling ones .)

And so today I went to the appointment, had another excellent conversation with the gynecologist, and the upshot is that I’m scheduled to undergo day-surgery next month. Being an anxious person at the best of times, I did wonder how I’d feel after the decision was made. It turns out that I feel calm, contented and right, which is the best possible outcome.

Much gratitude goes out to the people I’ve told privately. I’ve heard some war stories from friends who have chosen to go down the same path, and the support, rationality and non-judgmental conversations I’ve enjoyed have made this a far happier and less frustrating choice than it might otherwise have been. And much love to my small friends, relatives and godchildren; so many bright and clever and compassionate small people, whom I’m hopeful will grow into bright and clever and compassionate big people. You will always be a part of my journey, and the time I spend sharing, learning and talking with you will be one of my many gifts to the future.

Now to add some levity to this Thoughtful and Serious Business, let’s all sit back and enjoy a few relevant xkcd comics. (xkcd: Always related.)

Advanced Technology
Babies
Natural Parenting

Due to an unusual intersection of the Easter break and Anzac Day, Australia enjoyed a glorious five day weekend, some of which I spent at the Swancon/Natcon science fiction and fantasy conference. (Until I ran out of human interaction capacity, upon which I returned home to hibernate. By which I mean, play Portal 2.)

Good times were had, and this year I had the honour of being invited to sit on the Safe Spaces panel, in which we talk about communication, situation management, consent and boundaries. Sometimes, Safe Spaces can be quite contentious (the irony!) as it’s a topic on which people have very diverse and strongly-held views.  By the time it was about to begin I’d catastrophised myself into thinking it was going to be a bloodbath of some sort and that everyone would yell at me. I can be a bit of a dork like that.

Fortunately, that wasn’t the case at all and we were able to cover a range of views and practical techniques to address various social situations. I brought some of my recent militancy to the mix, in addition to the discussions of more gentle and effective communication, and no-one appeared to glare at me nor tell me I was a horrid person who was Doing It Wrong.  (I worry somewhat excessively about being yelled at and told I’m a horrid person who’s Doing It Wrong, even if I don’t believe it.)  In the process, I learned a couple of things from the audience and from the other panellists that I think are worth sharing here.

Firstly, I had a moment where I realised that I’ve been coming at this from a place where I’ve always been something of a doormat and people-pleaser.  I’ve been working on standing up for myself and others, and on being assertive and outspoken. This has been immensely helpful, since I was raised to be a Good Catholic Woman who avoided causing offence at all costs, and it has certainly helped me realise that I don’t have to please everyone and that it isn’t necessary for everyone to like me. However, a certain comment led me to the realisation that it’s not a black and white issue and that there’s no need to beat myself up if I choose to be polite, tell a convenient white lie or not fight a particular battle. We use the tools we have, and it’s as valid to be kind, distant or evasive as it is to be blunt, honest and assertive – neither is reprehensible or inappropriate, and both approaches can be useful and practical.

Secondly, I was reminded that those things that are obvious to me are not obvious to everyone. Listening to one of my co-panellists talk about the value of learning to ask her loved ones to respect her boundaries and preferences – in her case, a strong aversion to physical contact in many circumstances – initially had me thinking ‘Well, of course I tell my friends clearly what I need, and they work with it. That’s what people who care about you do.’ However, I then remembered being an extremely sheltered eighteen year old who was so worried about fitting in that she would never have asked a friend to stop (or start) doing something to make herself comfortable. It’s good to circle back to such points in a mixed group; as obvious as they may seem to a thirty-something woman who’s been talking about this for years, they’re can also be the catalyst for someone else to realise it really, truly is okay to ask openly for a specific kind of consideration. I, for one, had almost forgotten the experience sucking up anxiety and distress, and hiding my discomfort for fear of being thought strange and difficult.

In short, no-one shouted at me, I said my bit and learned stuff. Good times.