Tubal Ligation Scars

I have a good few scars on my body, as I imagine most people do. We all collect scars throughout our lives. Some are very visible and nearly impossible to conceal. Others are so small that even I have to search to find them. Some are fresh, and still tender. Others are older and faded. Some have interesting stories. Others I stare at and find myself at a loss as to how I ever got them.

My most prominent scar runs along my left arm from my wrist to about halfway to my elbow. It’s from the first surgery I ever had, a radial shortening as part of treatment for Keinbock’s disease. I remember that the scar was very sensitive for quite some time. I had to rub and apply gel to the scar to desensitize it. It doesn’t hurt to touch anymore.

The scar with the best story is a small, round scar on my left shoulder. This scar is very pronounced, and is easily visible when I wear clothes without sleeves. Yet it is rarely mentioned by others such that I wonder if people think it’s just a weird mole or something it would be a faux pas to point out. My boyfriend actually thought it was a scar left by a smallpox vaccine, he once told me. It was actually left by a bullet. It’s the entrance wound. The exit is not so visible due to its location in my armpit. Pro tip: getting shot hurts.

I have one set of scars that are much more significant than all the others. They have meaning for who I am and the life I live. I am speaking of my tubal ligation scars. One is just below my belly button and makes it look like I ought to have a piercing. The other rests over my pubic bone and is covered by my underwear.

I have chosen to never have kids. To ensure this, and to show that I really mean it, I had a tubal ligation on July 11, 2011, which also happened to be World Population Day, by a happy coincidence. I am very serious and I put my (medical insurance company’s) money where my mouth is. My scars are my proof.

These scars are a testament to my chosen infertility. They are irrefutable symbols of how serious I am about being childfree.  They are marks outward proof of my resolve. They are also evidence to me that I am protected. These scars mean a lot to me. They’re the only scars on me that reflect part of who I am. These are the only scars that I ever gotten because of something that I consciously chose.

The life that I live now is the result of a series of life choices that I’ve made over the years. Some of those choices were good, others were poor, others still I sorely regret, others still I don’t recall ever making. I have looked back with doubt many of my decisions at some time or another. But never this one. I am certain that I never want kids, and choosing not to have kids has as much impact on the path of someone’s life as the choice to have kids. This is a huge deal.

I could never regret my tubal ligation. It was hands down the single best decision I have ever made in my life. And every time I hear stories from the lives of parents, good or bad, I am comforted by my scar that, for wherever else life takes me, my life will never be that of a parent. These scars bring me security. They bring me happiness. And they bring me pride.

I’m proud of my tubal ligation. I don’t want it hidden. I practically want to shout from the rooftops how happy I am to be sterile (I’m betting that’s not a statement you read often.) And how glad that I am that my right to make this choice is protected, unlike how it was for generations before me. And hell, it’s not even easy to have that right protected in this generation.

The tubal ligation scars, however, are not easily visible. Both are very small and thin and are always covered by my clothing. For this, as petty as it might seem to you, I admit to feeling just a little dissatisfied. With all that my tubal ligation scars mean to me, I only wish that they were bigger and more obvious. More dramatic.

Instead, my scars are as discrete as the choice to be childfree itself seems to be, and with the same huge importance and impact on my life.

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Posted on 2012/01/02, in childfree, Countdown To Tubal, Diary, Feminism, Prochoice and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. I am proud of you! I also want to be sterile and have considered a tubal ligation. I have plenty of scars (one being from liver cancer as a young child) and really don’t want many more. How has the healing been? Is the scar very noticeable? What kind of procedure was it? Long term side effects? Thanks for your time!

    • Sorry I forgot to mention…I live in Colorado as well. Would you recommend your doctor?

      • Julie Was Here

        “How has the healing been?”

        I healed very quickly. The incisions were tiny and never hurt a bit. The air bubble, however, was very, very uncomfortable, but after about a week and a half wasn’t a problem anymore. I have no noticeable effects at all anymore.

        I wrote all about my tubal experience in this post: http://hikinghumanist.com/2011/07/12/sterilized-on-world-population-day/

        ” Is the scar very noticeable?”

        I think the fact that you can even ask the question answers the question for you. Do you see the second picture on this post, the one of my belly-button? That tiny line just below my belly-button is my scar.

        “What kind of procedure was it?”

        I had a tubal ligation with cauterization. Again, I have details in this post: http://hikinghumanist.com/2011/07/12/sterilized-on-world-population-day/

        “Long term side effects?”

        Sterility. Peace of mind. Pride.

        “Would you recommend your doctor?”

        I would indeed. However, Dr. Silver is an Army Dr. and works at Evans Army Hospital on Fort Carson. Unless you’re military or on a service-members Tricare plan, I don’t think you can be seen by him. Sorry.

  2. This is why I’m glad I’m having the filshie clips not essure cause there’s something so cool and satisfying about sterilisation scars.

    • Julie Was Here

      If your doctor does it right, the scars won’t really even be visible after a year.

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