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hello, i'm katie.
i'm from lexington, kentucky.
my heart really hates me.
i have a greyhound named webster.
love kentucky basketball.
love indie music (mainly folk).
love meeting new people.
love random life experiences.
love smooth skin against crisp white sheets.
love the finding the beauty in the life.
love to laugh (i do it a lot).
love to help make the world a better place.
love idealism.
love rolling hills.
and, i love a good curb.

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Vincent Van Gogh (Dutch, 1853-1890)
By the time of his death in 1890, Van Gogh’s work had begun to attract critical attention. His paintings were featured at the Salon des Indépendants in Paris between 1888 and 1890 and with Les XX in Brussels in 1890. As Gauguin wrote to him, his recent works, on view at the Indépendants in Paris, were regarded by many artists as “the most remarkable” in the show; and one of his paintings sold from the 1890 exhibition in Brussels. In January 1890, the critic Albert Aurier published the first full-length article on Van Gogh, aligning his art with the nascent Symbolist movement and highlighting the originality and intensity of his artistic vision. By the outbreak of World War I, with the discovery of his genius by the Fauves and German Expressionists, Vincent van Gogh had already come to be regarded as a vanguard figure in the history of modern art. (x) (x) (x) (x)

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HE’S SO UPSET

"I HAVE TRIED FOR WEEKS TO KEEP MY LAWN WEED-FREE WHAT IS THIS SHIT!!!!"

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Young women are having difficulty accessing tubal ligation, despite it being a relatively safe (death rate is 1-2 per 100,000) and elective surgery.

There is a waiting period of 30 days for women seeking tubal ligation, yet no waiting period for men seeking vasectomies. 

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Young women are often discriminated against when seeking sterilization. Many doctors ask offensive questions (“What if you met a billionaire who wanted to have kids with you?”), state categorically that their patients are too young to consider the surgery, and generally act as though, as one woman who tried unsuccessfully to be sterilized at the age of 21 in the U.K. put it, ”just because I was a woman, I’d reach a point where an urge to breed would overcome all rational thought.” (Perhaps unsurprisingly, that woman’s 25-year-old husband faced no such presumptions when he asked his doctor for a vasectomy. The procedure was quickly approved.)

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Say that at 18 I slap down enough money so I could have my whole body covered head-to-toe in tattoos, piercings all over myself, a mountain of cigarettes, plastic surgery, and plan to have like 20 babies… but if I try at all to safely make it impossible for me to breed for the sake of my health suddenly its like WOAH THERE SLOW DOWN MISSY YOU’RE NOT READY FOR THIS KIND OF COMMITMENT YET

I have stage III Endometriosis, which means I have to get my uterus removed because I literally have terrible cramps ALL THE TIME and not just when I’m on my period. Now, I’ve always said I don’t want any children for personal reasons and I don’t need my uterus, really. I am not worried about that surgery and I don’t feel any kind of nostalgia over an organ I won’t ever use. 

The thing is, my doctor is a ‘man’. This ‘man’ told me I had to get pregnant right now before it’s too late. I told him I didn’t want to get pregnant and explained the multiple reasons but what, do you ask, did my doctor have to say about this? 'Well, better have a kid now because just imagine how depressing it must be being a thirty-something woman without children and a husband?'

I was diagnosed a year ago. I should have gone through surgery six months ago and I still can’t find a doctor that will perform the surgery without trying to force me to have children first. Basically, if you’re a woman you don’t have a say in what can and cannot be done to your body without a shitload of people getting in the way AND I’M FUCKING SICK OF IT.

Women are getting non-consensually sterilized in prison but no doctors in my area while tie my tubes at 24 because I might regret it? Fuck you, doctors. I have more purpose in life than dropping babies. Some of those women in prison are probably great moms and I have no interest in parenting. Let us have a say!

A dear friend of mine wanted to have her tubes tied.  She was about to give birth to twins and the doctors wouldn’t consent because she wasn’t 21 yet.  She had already had children and they still refused to let her have the procedure.

My friend got a vasectomy a week after asking his doctor for one, no problem. He was 25.

Me? I’ve asked 4 different doctors for some kind of permanent sterilisation—tubal ligation or Essure or whatever—and I get a pat on the head and a “You’d regret it if you did.”

Oh, DIDN’T REALIZE YOU HAD A DIRECT LINE TO MY BRAIN.

On the flip side, as a vagina-having person who had her tubes tied at the age of 26 (after having 4 children, however):

MY HUSBAND HAD TO SIGN A CONSENT FORM IN ORDER FOR ME TO HAVE THE PROCEDURE DONE.

How many times have we heard stories about husbands having vasectomies behind their wives backs and never telling them, letting those wives wallow in guilt and misery, thinking it’s their fault that they can’t get pregnant?

And yet I had had to get my husband’s permission to have my tubes tied.

(Obviously this was a decision we’d talked about extensively beforehand, so it’s not like he was about to say no, but we both couldn’t believe the fucking audacity of the hospital, asking HIS permission for ME to do something with MY body.  In fact, he said as much to the nurse that brought in the forms.)

I am 36. I’m single, I don’t have kids and I don’t want kids.

I also had horrendous, frequent periods. When I went to the gynaecologist, she recommended that we try a Mirena. I let her know that I’d had menorrhagia on a previous form of low-dose, oestrogen-only birth control (implanon), and that I was apprehensive that it wouldn’t work.

She said “Well, after that you’re out of options.”

I was incredibly upset. I was willing to try, but what if it didn’t work? Was I literally condemned to a life where I’m bleeding and in pain more often than not and I just have to put up with it?

I rang my parents. My Mum listened to me and said “That doesn’t sound right” and put my Dad (who’s a doctor, and a qualified obstetrician/gynaecologist) on the phone.

Apparently I was not out of options and she shouldn’t have said I was. The next option is a surgical D & C to see if that fixed it, and if that didn’t work, an ablation, which would have left me permanently infertile. If that didn’t work, a hysterectomy (although Dad warned me that I should do what I could to avoid the hysterectomy, it comes with a horde of other side effects.)

I don’t know whether it was fear, I don’t know whether it’s because I was a public patient. I don’t know what it was. But the gynae was so scared of female infertility that she wouldn’t even give me information about treatment options. I had to ask my father.

(FYI, the Mirena worked and I had a shouting row with the gynaecologist where I accused her of having her objectivity and medical judgement biased by the religion of her employers.)

I’m so lucky that my doctor is almost “pushing” sterilization on me. He’s super supportive and knows that I’m done having kids, but still don’t have anything permanent planned. 

When I approached my specialist about permanent forms of birth control, the first thing she said to me was that I was too young (I was 22).  I kept telling her that it was a decision I had made nearly a decade ago because of having Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and now POTS and scoliosis, but she kept trying to convince me that I wasn’t old enough to make that decision.  My decision has been formed because of my poor health and high complications with pregnancy that could be deadly.  My mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother all had complications with birth and miscarriages from EDS, and it’s a miracle that my mother even lived through her miscarriage.  After explaining this, my rheumatologist and EDS specialist finally said that they could get me in contact with an  high-risk OBGYN to see if there are other options for me for having children.  

BUT I DON’T WANT CHILDREN.  I don’t want to pass along these disorders.  I don’t want to be on five months of bed rest.  I don’t want to risk miscarriage after miscarriage or dying during giving birth.  I don’t want to dislocate my hips whilst giving birth.  I don’t want my organs to tear and never heal properly because of EDS.  I don’t want to have to care for another being while I can’t even take care of myself because of the fatigue and pain.  I don’t want to subject a child to have to take care of me as I become more disabled.  I ALREADY HAVE A CAT.  I CANNOT TAKE ON ANOTHER DEPENDENT.

It just infuriates me that between the health risks, family history, and my own decision about my life and body, I am still not taken seriously.  This shouldn’t be a problem!

All of these stories are literally infuriate me.

I had the Essure placed about a year ago at the age of 22, and I had so many issues—and received so many unwanted opinions mainly from men in the medical field. Since I was born with extreme rare form of Cardiomyopathy that occurs in 70% of each generation, with 50% are severe enough to cause either sudden death or transplant; my peds cardiologist made it clear that I can’t have kids, nor should I have kids of my own. As soon as I was 21 and a year post of any surgeries, she referred me to an OB-GYN that she knew was open to making sure that I get my tubes tied, who then sent me to a high risk OB surgeon. It was seriously like the underground railroad of helping women in my position.The ones who actually have legitimate medical issues that prevent them from “fulfilling their motherly ways” have a hard time—so heaven forbids you actually just make a PERSONAL decision at a young age.  At first I thought that it was really just other people, until I told my (now no longer) heart failure doctor that I was having my tubes tied. Both him and the male nurse in the ER tried to tell me that it would be perfectly safe for me to have children—and that it would be extremely unlikely that I would pass on the genes that caused my heart to be a total piece of crap—and that I would regret not having kids of my own. Then the nurse had the balls to tell me that his wife has HCM as well, and that they had found all this “research” that says that women with all forms of Cardiomyopathy can carry children to term, and that there is little risk of passing it along—and kept pressuring me about it all night that I was in the ER. For chest pain. Due to added hormones in prep for the Essure. Which is only a small amount in comparison to the hormone changes that happen during pregnancy.  

It is just amazing to me that in this day in age people are still SOOO blind to fact that to a woman can die quite easily from childbirth, especially if there is an underlying issue. Guess what? I would prefer to be there for my child, and not pass on my crappy heart genetics. I am just thankful that I live in a somewhat progressive southern town—I (and my boyfriend) am extremely thankful that I was able to find the right people to help remove at least one source of anxiety from my life. Although it is also insane that in so many states that there is a waiting period of 30 days for women and not men. 

I’m just glad that it’s done now, and I would be happy to provide the name of who I was able to get to anyone who needed them in my area. Since clearly it so many doctors haven’t gotten the, “let’s help keep our patients alive and sane” memo. 

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The Webster got his pretty new martingale in today! No worries, he knows just how pretty he is in it. #greyhound #dogsofinstagram #divastatus