Years of being sole responsibility for me not getting pregnant. Sure a guy can turn up with protection but it’s not exactly 100% reliable. Believing it unlikely male contraceptive hormones will ever exist because Men believe there’s no need.
Having period so horrendous you pass out at your new job. Be questioned as to if they hired the right person when I kept disappearing in the loo because I felt I couldn’t tell the archaic male bosses at my firm at 19 it was actually a surprise miscarriage and in my interview I’d been told I better not have plans for dc as that’s why the role came up in the first place, the previous ‘silly girl’ went and got pregnant.
Shoving large watermelon sized item out of ones nether regions because I chose to have a baby and then breastfeeding in absolute pain until I’m in a pile of tears and bleeding nipples. Suffering pnd that makes you wonder why you ever did choose the watermelon route.
Being forced back to work by male bosses ringing you every week on maternity leave asking when you’ll be back as apparently my watermelon can be looked after by someone else now surely. Watching dh salary come on leaps and bounds while mine stagnates despite going back not so long after giving birth and being in the same field.
Having to demand pay rises, realising many women don’t demand pay rises whilst watching ‘one of the boys’ be promoted every single time. Keep demanding. Get pay rise. Get pushed out of entirely male firm for generally not being ‘manly enough’. (Was always being called ‘one of the men’ until baby). Being screamed at by male bosses twice the size of me. Having desks slammed by male twits who think they own me because they employed me. Having male bosses try to threaten me with paying back £££ of training fees if I ever said a bad word about them. Being forced to sign non disclosure to leave without problems by male bosses and male lawyer.
Sure there’s laws to protect you but have I got the money or courage for a small tribunal case? Nope.
Pnd being carried over through to new job which lasted a few months before I can’t take it anymore and end up unemployed. Watching all that I’ve worked so so hard for disappear in a few years being stuck at home too unwell to work and having to really put my foot down at home because apparently I’m no ‘domestic goddess’ whatever the fuck that means and something I do not aspire to be!
Eventually finding work in an absolute shit hole being paid near minimum wage after having a high rate tax payer career to discover the male bosses who’s wives also work at my office expect me to wash up all of their cups and do the cleaning despite me being hired to do admin office work. No men in my office only women, the men have a shiny glass fancy office. We have a non cleaned non heated shit hole. Ponder the meaning of life as I write next resignation letter and try to mention to the wives they should expect more of their dh as they are being treated as badly as the staff tbh.
I would be a man any day of the week but unfortunately humans can’t change sex.