I’m at the pre-conference to the ICEA/Lamaze 50th Anniversary Mega Conference. I’m super excited to be here and am learning a lot. I could not teach a day of class, and I’d be grateful I came. My doula clients will benefit from my time spent here, and that is worth the investment. The teachers are fabulous and I’ll be happy if one day, I’m even a tiny bit as effective, passionate and wise as the three women who offered up their experience today.
The group that was assembled here today came from a multitude of backgrounds. Some had their own children. Some had children having children, delighting in the addition of new roles in their life. Others had devoted a portion of their life to nursing careers, juggling the demands of patients and doctors. Some seemed to see working with women as a calling, while others saw this merely as a way to support their families. They were all really nice ladies, very warm and very knowledgeable.
I did have a bit of a shock after several hours of getting to know my peers. I realise that I live a very charmed life, when it comes to the people I work with and their “progressive” stance (or at least stance of tolerance and compassion for those unlike themselves). I forget that my pro-choice world view is a radical stance within this community; I forgot that fat women aren’t supposed to be having babies; I forgot that people with disabilities, people who have a darker or “exotic” skin colour, or people who “can’t afford their children” aren’t supposed to have reproductive choice.
Some phrases or conversations I had (or eavesdropped on):
“You expect the illegals to do math and read? Ha! Not happening. This won’t work in my community. I simply cannot do an exercise like that.” The exercise was exploring how we are all at mercy at the “roll of a dice” when it comes to our labours. We do not get to choose the cards we are dealt in when labours start, how long they are, and what is going on in our lives. I’m certain we can come up with an exercise that imparts that lesson, even if it doesn’t use math or require reading.
“Fat women have no business having babies. They should wait until they’re healthy. And if they are going to have a baby, they can’t possibly expect me to touch their bodies?! Eww, gross. I’m not touching that.” If the discomfort you feel for someone else is that intense, I’d kindly suggest you evaluate your feelings around this. Especially if your goal is to help women have their babies in as empowering way as possible. Fat women are women. Women have babies. Women need love, reassurance, assistance, care, warmth, compassion, nourishment for body, mind and emotion. Being fat does not negate these needs. These needs are probably more intensely felt — we are women who are told that our bodies are full of failure. We are told that we are broken, discarded husks of people, not worthy of real love or personhood. Every woman who is birthing her baby is in a position of vulnerability, and disgust and judgment are not helpful in assisting a woman who is vulnerable. Trust, love and compassion are helpful.
“People with the gay are unfit to be parents. I don’t want to allow lesbians or gay people into my class. It’s just not natural.” The phrase “the gay” makes me giggle just a bit. I laughed at this person’s turn of phrase. Perhaps that was a bit rude of me. In all seriousness, people who work with women don’t get to choose the lifestyles of the women they assist. We do not get to belittle their choices in life, even if we would make a different choice. Especially as a childbirth educator, your mission is to help a family learn to navigate the system, to figure out what works best with their family structure, to be able to make good choices for their family! It is not to judge them. Also, if you’re claiming to be evidence-based and you make statements such as the above, there’s some real cognitive dissonance going on.
I completely understand that these statements are not reflective of birth workers as a whole; there are a lot of women-friendly, LGBTQ-friendly, HAES, privilege-aware people out there that work with women during their childbearing year. I’m just… sad at these statements. It makes me weepy, sad that well-meaning people can do such harm with their words, deeds, and prejudice.
I can think of worse than sad, though. I fear the day when I am not saddened or taken aback by these statements. I fear the day I become complacent.