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The story of my infertility
Updated On: 28 March, 2021 01:41 PM IST | Mumbai | Jane Borges
The release of a new memoir by a mother who struggled to conceive for five years inspires a discussion around the toll assisted reproduction takes, how society can do with less judging, and men with more investing
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Most women are told three things growing up: Get a degree. Find a job. Marry. No, let’s make it four: Procreate. The inception begins very early, so much so that women focus on these goals like job targets. Employed by 21. Wife before 26. Mother at 28. It’s an endless race to keep up with the ticking biological clock.
A slight delay hurts. Anything beyond, seems like a crushing failure. It often takes a huge amount of unlearning to restore the inadequacy experienced by the end of it. But, even that isn’t an option handed on a platter. Bengaluru resident Rohini S Rajagopal’s recently-released book, What’s a Lemon Squeezer Doing in My Vagina?: A Memoir of Infertility (Penguin Random House), illustrates why.
The moving account—glossed over by a rather witty title, which puns on the speculum inserted during intrauterine insemination (IUI)—grapples with the author’s five year-long battle with infertility, exacerbated by the indignities of intrusive medical procedures that she describes with clinical precision, and prying questions from people, even strangers, which affected her emotional wellbeing.
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