PT(R)SD: It shows up in the strangest places and at the strangest times.
My stomach tightens. My heart goes cold and beats faster. I feel the familiar rush of terror as I feel outed somehow.
What brought on this episode?
I stumbled onto an airline website. Among the advertising on it was a line that read “Get ova to Boston…”.
My thoughts giving rise to internal panic:
· They know I flew my frozen embryos from LA to NYC?
· How the hell did they know that about me?
· Who else knows?
· Women/individuals ship their eggs across the continent often enough for an airline to market to that audience?
Then it hit me.
Boston. Lame accent joke. I wasn’t standing in an auditorium facing tens of thousands without any clothes on after all.
I exited the website feeling as though this airline had sucker punched me. In the throat.
My heart is still racing as I type this.
As my lovely friend A says: F#@k Infertility (and recurrent loss).