Being a mum of five, and getting on with it, (seeing I feel about 97 years old most days,) I went to see a doctor to go on birth control a while ago, when I was still living in France.
There she was, a middle aged gp with a frighteningly empty waiting room. This, in hindsight, should have been a clue.
I kindly asked to be put on birth control pills, and was told by her that
I was much too old to consider such a thing. And why would I want to? (Having five children did not come into the conversation. )
I continued asking for the pill, and was told that
I should just have my tubes tied. And informed her that I was under no circumstances having anything tied. If there was going to be any surgical endeavours, this shall be undertaken by the man, and not by the woman that pushed out five children.
She tutted at this. She was disgusted with me.
And stated that
men should never be 'done' and that women should always take on this task.
At the end of the conversation, I left through the empty waiting room, having paid her 25 euros for her opinion, and no birth control to pick up at the pharmacy.
Sometimes I am just left wondering.
So I went out and treated myself on a selection of rain bow macaroons.
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