In many cultures where I lived fully, tasting new foods, teaching to the eager young ones,
as a woman, a barren woman, and as an elder, I was always asked about my children.
How many? It was a typical question. None, was unacceptable. Unbelievable.
In fact, like a super veiled woman, a prostitute, the barren woman was ostracised.
Equally, not sure, and cultures go deep into secret traditions especially the ancient
ones, the old rituals for a barren woman and prostitute could be the same.
In my generation, this medical procedure of 2019 was called by another name.
That word is a flammable word today, provoking many hostile, even violent
reactions. But in my generation, as I was saying, — in the 1960’s — none of us
women had children. Today, 2019 of my senior friends, six never had children —
relationships, marriages, losses, but not children. Odd? Not to us. We were too busy
marching for equality, civil rights, women’s rights anti-war, and finding an education
and a career. That’s the way it was…our sexual revolution was freedom, from the past,
not bearing children.