Wednesday, October 10, 2012

I'm Glad I Never Told...

I just want to say thank you to all the wonderful people in my life.  You are truly amazing, and I am so lucky that I have surrounded myself with such incredible people.  I decided to tell my friends about MRKH on Monday (October 8th) via my blog.  The outpouring of love and support from my family and friends has been amazing!  I have even gotten emails and messages from other people thanking me for sharing my story, and in return, they shared theirs with me.  There are lots of other people out there who cannot have their own children for lots of different reasons, and I want to say thank you to those people who have shared their stories with me.  

This blog entry is about the people I’m glad I never told…This should be a good one.

I’m glad I never told the guy that was making out with my face and neck, but never would kiss me on my lips because he had a girlfriend. (Side note:  I only found out he had a girlfriend after I tried to kiss his lips).

I’m glad I never told the guy who was supposed pick me up from work (when I lived in Florida) and take me to West Palm Beach to meet his parents (He never showed up, so I didn’t get the chance).

I’m glad I never told that stranger on the bus (that would have been weird).

I was glad at the time that I never told one of my friends in middle school because I got to pretend I knew what she was talking about when she was deciding what kind of tampons to use (she preferred OB…in case you were wondering).

I was glad at the time that I never told my PE teacher because then I wouldn’t have been able to use “cramps” as an excuse to get out of running the mile.

I am glad I didn’t tell the random guy in the female isle of the grocery store when he asked me which kind of “pads” he should buy his girlfriend.

I’m glad I took so long to tell people because if I would have done it any earlier, I’m not sure I would have been ready.  I am sure there are many other people I was glad I did not tell…  There might be another blog post about it another time. 

Monday, October 8, 2012

Don't Act Weird Around Me

I just want to make one thing clear.  I AM NOT AFRAID OF TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT MRKH.   If I'm being honest...I have a lot of really great family and friends who love me for me, regardless of what body parts I am missing.  I couldn't care less about what the rest of the world thinks. I love my life, and I am totally comfortable in my own skin. The only thing that has prevented me from telling the world about MRKH is how people act around me. I LOVE watching other people in uncomfortable situations just as much as the next person, ( I think this is why I love reality shows, embarrassing my husband, and button pushing just a little too much) I just don't really enjoy being in them myself. I just don't want other people to feel like they need to edit what they say in front of me just because I don't have a uterus.  I don't edit what I say in front of you because you do have one. Plus, how are you supposed to know? Its not like I wear a shirt that says "I don't have a uterus"...although how funny would that be? Talk about a possible uncomfortable situation.  Here are some examples of what I am talking about. 

I found out I could not have children just before my 16th birthday.  When I was almost 18 a family  member who was the same age got pregnant. For whatever reason, people wanted to keep it a secret, probably to spare my feelings, and I did not find out she was having a baby until she was 8 months pregnant and it was very hard to hide.  Lets go over how keeping this a secret could possibly make me feel better. 
1. I definitely would not notice a new baby around, which in turn would not remind me that I cannot have kids. 
2. I was not aware that most other woman could have babies... so keeping this a secret was a REALLY good thing. 
Does anybody else see how silly this sounds?   When you hide stuff like this from a person who has MRKH, it only makes them feel not normal.  Trust me, we know that most other people can have babies, and most of us have come to terms with it.  Please do not stop talking to us like normal women!

The first guy I ever told about MRKH was a douche bag (pardon my french)! It was right out of high school and I finally had the courage to tell someone other than my family about how I was different from most girls (besides the obvious; really sexy, amazing personality, hilarious...).  At first he acted like it didn't bother him, but then he started acting really weird around me.  When I asked what was wrong he couldn't deal with the fact that I didn't have a uterus.  I never really understood that.  How are you not ok with that fact that I don't have a uterus.  The part that really bothered me was he didnt take the time to understand what MRKH really meant. He was very judgmental and close-minded about the whole thing.  Oh well, it just makes me glad I don't have a uterus, that way I don't have to date idiots! 

So...long story short. Don't act weird around me.  Yes, i am strange, but its not because I have MRKH, its just because thats who I am...uterus or no uterus :)