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MarieVeronica
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My heart is very sad. I’m not sure what I’m hoping for, by posting this. Maybe hoping that someone with similar circumstances can offer some advice, or words of courage or a plea for understanding of persons like myself. My heart is very heavy.
I’m a single, childless woman… 57 years of age. I work for my local school district in food and nutrition. In other words, I’m a “lunch lady”. I’ve been doing this work for about 2 years now as a “sub”. I go from school to school, to fill in for full time employees who are temporarily out of work, for one reason or another. My “gigs” at different schools can last anywhere from one day… to several months, depending on the circumstances.
When I arrive at a new school, I’m typically greeted in a very warm and friendly manner. They’re glad to have the extra pair of hands. My co-workers are almost always other women. But occasionally, there is a man.
We get along, beautifully for a time. But before long… “the inevitable question” is always asked. It never varies. It never fails.
“DO YOU HAVE CHILDREN?”
And of course, being an honest person… I answer “No. I don’t”.
That’s when everything begins to change. Suddenly, the former friendliness begins to wane. I’m often asked other personal questions about my life; like do I have pets or “any family at all”; where and how do I live; what on earth do I do with myself, outside of work; one co-worker even went so far as to ask me this very, very personal question “Well, didn’t you ever WANT to have children?”. It was like being slapped in the face.
A certain discomfort begins to set in. As though, they don’t know what to say to me. Or how to say it. As a result, they begin to leave me out of conversations. And another strange thing begins to happen. Whenever I speak to someone… they act as though they can’t hear me. I will get “Excuse me?” … or “Huh?” or “What did you say?” when speaking; almost as though, they’d rather I didn’t speak to them at all.
This situation has played out… over and over and over in the 2 years I’ve worked for our school district. I’m not imagining it. I’m not being overly sensitive. I’m not being paranoid. I simply can’t understand why it makes such an enormous difference to anyone (and it does, trust me)… whether a co-worker has children, or not. It has made me realize, over the past couple of years… that childless women are treated differently; if not looked DOWN upon.
I’ve been made to feel like some sort of “Human Oddity”; as though I belong in a museum exhibit: “CHILDLESS Woman”. How do I respond to such prying and often insensitive questioning. When it happens over and over and over? Why must it be any kind of “issue” in the work place?
Maybe by posting this… I can bring some kind of awareness to the feelings of childless women. We have value and worth, even if we aren’t “Moms”. Not everyone is meant to have children. There are people who CAN’T have children (biologically). There are people who have suffered the loss of a child or children.
If I could make one request… it would be this: Please don’t pry into the personal lives of people you work with. If a person wants to reveal the details of their lives, they will. If they don’t… they don’t. No one has a right to pry. No one has a right to judge.
Thanks for listening. And your prayers would be greatly appreciated… as I’ve been very depressed about this scenario playing out repeatedly.
I’m a single, childless woman… 57 years of age. I work for my local school district in food and nutrition. In other words, I’m a “lunch lady”. I’ve been doing this work for about 2 years now as a “sub”. I go from school to school, to fill in for full time employees who are temporarily out of work, for one reason or another. My “gigs” at different schools can last anywhere from one day… to several months, depending on the circumstances.
When I arrive at a new school, I’m typically greeted in a very warm and friendly manner. They’re glad to have the extra pair of hands. My co-workers are almost always other women. But occasionally, there is a man.
We get along, beautifully for a time. But before long… “the inevitable question” is always asked. It never varies. It never fails.
“DO YOU HAVE CHILDREN?”
And of course, being an honest person… I answer “No. I don’t”.
That’s when everything begins to change. Suddenly, the former friendliness begins to wane. I’m often asked other personal questions about my life; like do I have pets or “any family at all”; where and how do I live; what on earth do I do with myself, outside of work; one co-worker even went so far as to ask me this very, very personal question “Well, didn’t you ever WANT to have children?”. It was like being slapped in the face.
A certain discomfort begins to set in. As though, they don’t know what to say to me. Or how to say it. As a result, they begin to leave me out of conversations. And another strange thing begins to happen. Whenever I speak to someone… they act as though they can’t hear me. I will get “Excuse me?” … or “Huh?” or “What did you say?” when speaking; almost as though, they’d rather I didn’t speak to them at all.
This situation has played out… over and over and over in the 2 years I’ve worked for our school district. I’m not imagining it. I’m not being overly sensitive. I’m not being paranoid. I simply can’t understand why it makes such an enormous difference to anyone (and it does, trust me)… whether a co-worker has children, or not. It has made me realize, over the past couple of years… that childless women are treated differently; if not looked DOWN upon.
I’ve been made to feel like some sort of “Human Oddity”; as though I belong in a museum exhibit: “CHILDLESS Woman”. How do I respond to such prying and often insensitive questioning. When it happens over and over and over? Why must it be any kind of “issue” in the work place?
Maybe by posting this… I can bring some kind of awareness to the feelings of childless women. We have value and worth, even if we aren’t “Moms”. Not everyone is meant to have children. There are people who CAN’T have children (biologically). There are people who have suffered the loss of a child or children.
If I could make one request… it would be this: Please don’t pry into the personal lives of people you work with. If a person wants to reveal the details of their lives, they will. If they don’t… they don’t. No one has a right to pry. No one has a right to judge.
Thanks for listening. And your prayers would be greatly appreciated… as I’ve been very depressed about this scenario playing out repeatedly.