I've got no problems with it - there's another thread where I've laid that down.
I can afford to throw the odd £20 out on having a go - I don't meet NHS guidelines (live in a very very bad PCT trust where their IVF policies are concerned), we can't afford to save enough to have treatment privately - what harm am I doing if I grab what I know to be a ridiculously small chance and raise some money toward an organisation that helps provide information about fertility clinics? It's my money, my life, my future and it's not taking resources from the NHS (because we all know that if you suffer fertility problems you're automatically some kind of sub-human drain on NHS resources... even if the only thing you've had from them is a couple of blood tests and a meeting with the dildocam... that's resources you DAMN WELL AIN'T ALLOWED COS YER PLUMBING DON'T WORK!).
Adoption - I'm not black or mixed race - my county lay it very firmly on the line that your chances of finding a child if you don't meet those circumstances are slim to none. The idiots making "oh just adopt" noises - well why didn't you? There aren't the children out there, the system's so badly designed and again, if you're going into it because of infertility you're judged even more harshly than if you're not - like with everything - ain't life fun?!
YOUR children were lifestyle choices as well by the way - should the NHS withdraw all funding for ante-natal and maternity services? Following your warped logic they should.
I think it's incredibly sanctamonious and ignorant to judge couples whose shoes you haven't walked in as some kind of gibbering, incoherrent, gullible set of wrecks being viciously preyed upon by this evil lottery and sat there clutching their ticket every month convinced they'll win... do people sit there with their National Lottery tickets like that? Nah - we buy ours, I may occasionally allow myself the odd 10 minute daydream on the way home about what I'd do if my numbers came up - but that's it, a daydream, a little bit of hope to lift you over the course of the day - and the worst thing about fertility problems is the fact that month after month that little glimmer of hope gets dimmed - and you end up trudging through life, mechanically shagging like rabbits (you know you've lost the plot when you're sat there delivering a motivational pep talk to your husband's scrotum and telling them which way they're meant to go under the logic that sperm are little men and won't stop and ask for directions). You don't GET through the infertility system without being very clued up about the odds/possible causes/potential solutions... you don't GET what you need without having to research yourself what you need to ask for, and you end up with a very very very good awareness of the success rates of natural conception on any given month (it's a bloody miracle anyone gets upduffed at all btw - seriously go YouTube The Great Sperm Race if you ain't seen it - it's fascinating stuff) and any fertility treatments going - because if you're getting one shot at anything, you bloody well sit and weigh up the odds of the differerent treatments in a level that puts the way many on here scrutinise league tables and Ofsted reports to shame.
So yeah, I'd quite possibly buy a ticket on the off-chance that someone has to win... someone will, they may well even get lucky with the shit odds of IVF success and get their happy ending - hasn't cost the NHS any money, hasn't cost you personally any money - so in reality it's none of anyone's business but the organisation running it and the people paying into it reallys. Think about all the people who get pissed off at strangers touching their baby bumps - yet if you suffer with fertility problems you're expected to justify your entire sex life, even your career choices to some of the fucking slimeballs on here, and every decision you make to the rest of the world. I'm not public property - neither is anyone else (exceptions apparently need to be made for Pippa Middleton's arse though).
There've been some delightful threads on here bashing non-parents who work in a professional capacity with children from offering even advice in those fields... accord those struggling to become parents the same level of acceptance that they know their situation much better than you possibly can do please... we're not delicate little flowers needing to be protected (you toughen up pretty damn sharpish - you HAVE to to stay sane with the absurdity of it all), we don't need some sanctamonious tosser on the internet telling us to "come to terms with things" (from friends who are older than me I know you never truly do - just as things numb down, the grandchildren arrive and it all renews again) and we definitely don't need people concluding we're being exploited and need protecting... the shit we need protecting from is more the snake oil sites that come up when you start googling conception difficulties - for just $19.99 a month you can buy our miracle vitamins and that crap.
And yes, we've tried sticking our legs in the air after a shag... and grapefruit juice... and cough medicine... and loose boxer shorts and zinc supplements... and talking to your fella's balls giving them verbal directions and a pep talk...