The past 11 months have been a lot, but fun is not a word I would use to describe them. As I told the chief medical officer at the hospital, I wouldn’t wish this experience on anyone.
The months have been eye-opening if nothing else. I was surprised when my son’s doctor arrogantly told me how well he slept at night when I said I couldn’t sleep because of what happened. I was horrified when one of our doctors lied about what she told us. I was bothered when a representative of a political campaign dared to ask what our plans were for having kids.
But, what bothered me most is how some people in a professional setting reacted. Some acted like I had the plague, others pretended like nothing happened and some genuinely cared. I walked out of more meetings and conversations than I care to count because people were either talking about what they did with their kids over the weekend or how annoyed they were with their kids.
Two of the more frustrating conversations involved someone talking about all he’s “been through” over the past year because his job isn’t what he expected or an office leader picking my brain about why conversations about children might be upsetting.
I realize many people, don’t want to discuss the topic. I understand; I wish it were a topic that no longer existed.
Politicians surely don’t. I know because I tried. Doctors don’t because many don’t care and certainly won’t admit if they made a mistake.
Many people don’t want to address the topic because it’s uncomfortable.
I agree. It is uncomfortable. I hope you never have to experience it.
