This contains a LOT of background information. Some people may find it uncomfortable. When in doubt, skip it.
Beltane is nearly upon us, and I grow more and more
depressed with each passing day. It
happens every year. There are specific
times of the year – around Beltane and around Samhain - when I really, really, really want a baby. I’d at least like to know it were possible.
Still, I know that even if it were possible, it wouldn’t be
a good idea for several reasons. First, I’m extraordinarily fat. I had a lap
band placed in April of 2009. It did not work. I am sick all the time, and
almost all of the weight has come back. I am in the process of finding someone
in this area to remove it.
Second, I have insulin resistance. It goes hand-in-hand with
PCOS – polycystic ovary syndrome. I
imagine that even without it, I would be fat, but not THIS fat. Good gods, I am trying everything once
again. I will borrow against my
retirement fund from Arkansas to pay for something else if my insurance refuses
to cover it. This is getting ridiculous.
Third, I have chronic pain. I was in a nasty car accident in
Alabama (not my fault), and since then, I have hurt. My neck, upper, middle, and lower back, shoulders,
arms, legs, muscles, joints, all of it.
I have TMJ disorder. I have
tender areas all over my body. I can’t find a doctor who will address it. I am
working on that. Pregnancy would hurt
too much.
Fourth, I live with clinical depression. I take two medications for it, along with
Glucophage for the insulin resistance. Those
antidepressants could possibly cause certain serious birth defects.
And, finally, I am old.
I will be 35 this August, and as we all know, the risk for Trisomy-21
increases after the age of 35. I don’t
want to risk it. I don’t want to risk
birth defects from my antidepressants, or autism due to my obesity,
either. Fuck.
I don’t think fertility treatments would work. My partner
isn’t a fertile person, either. We don’t meet enough adoption requirements for
anywhere. I’ve been researching. We’re
just destined to be pet owners instead.
We have a cat, a dog, and two ferrets right now.
Okay, so where does that fit in with Beltane? Well, here we go with another story:
Twelve or thirteen years ago, my Sister (soul) and I were at
a Pagan gathering about 7 hours from where I was going to school. It was Memorial Day weekend, but there was a
May pole. An open ritual was
planned. We attended. At the end, we were invited to come and dance
around the May pole. My Sister and I got
up and started walking down the embankment where we’d been sitting when the
woman said, “Fertile people only!”
Sad and disappointed, we walked back over and sat down under
a tree and smoked a cigarette to calm down.
I was pissed. I get teary-eyed
and pissed all over again whenever I tell this story.
So, I guess I would taint your magical workings or your ritual with my infertility? Well excuse the fuck out of me! It’s people like that who make my doubt my
connection to the goddess, make me doubt my femininity. I feel like a gross freak. I was bullied mercilessly for years because
of the side effects of PCOS – increased facial hair, weight gain around the
waist, etc. Yeah, I feel incredibly
ugly and vulnerable to bullying just by writing this.
Well, you know what?
I don’t think I ruin anybody’s magic with my infertility, and I think
that the May pole doesn’t just celebrate fertility, it also helps bring
it.
I am trying very ,very hard to reconcile my spirituality
with my physical body. It sometimes seems
as though the gods enjoy torturing me. Then I remember: If they are really around us and paying
attention to us at all, one little insignificant human isn’t worth their time
or efforts. In other words, I stop
navel-gazing and move on. If the Divine
does exist, I will hopefully find out one day.
If not, I won’t have lost anything because I refuse to give up this life
in favor of an afterlife that may not even exist.
If another person insists on calling me names and making
horrible remarks to me, that’s a reflection on that person, not me. That person is a piece of trash and deserves
to be treated as such.
As for the spiritual side, there are childless goddesses
such as Hestia. Motherhood isn’t the
ultimate goal of womanhood. One doesn’t
have to have been a mother in order to be a wise crone. Knowledge comes from many sources. So maybe I’m missing out on the Mother phase,
but maybe I’m not really missing as much as I think.
I am still a woman, and I still possess the power and knowledge of my sisters before me. In my personal belief system, it doesn't matter if you are cis- or transgender, you're a woman. There is more to a woman than her reproductive organs. Mine may not work, but I can still work magic if I want to, this I know.