A raw set of ideas preoccupied me as my oatmeal grew cold.
I focused all my attention on the computer screen hoping the blinking cursor would magically lead me to the right metaphors or punchy soundbytes. I’ve been sleeping fitfully lately while my subconscious busily searches for a set of ideas that can be shaped and packaged for mainstream consumption. Most are discarded. They can’t be too abstract, too trite or too heavy. And by all means, they can’t seem in any way preachy, snarky, bitter or shrill.
The angle needs to be fresh, insightful and engaging. One part triumph over adversity and two parts why someone should care.
Care about what you ask? It’s not so much as who (or is it whom?): the “black sheep” of the infertility community and society more broadly — those without children after running the infertility treatment gauntlet. Most emerge scarred — sad, angry, feeling betrayed. After we’ve finished navigating the stigma and shame that accompanies the infertility diagnosis, we then face the bumpy road of reconstruction. There’s no victory lap, not even a soft landing.
Since we often feel judgment or scorn, we make our way warily, careful to avoid ugliness or inflaming old wounds.
While we’re often characterized as the nightmare outcome, the failure scenario, there’s a different story to be told about us — one of communion,connection and catharsis. As we’ve discovered each other we’ve come out of the shadows and we’re finding a community that’s based on shared experience and understanding.
Since I’ll be in the media capital exactly one month from today as part of the RESOLVE Night of Hope Award event, my mind is working overtime to hammer out the right hook. It’s an opportunity to change the narrative and recast the conversation.
Now I need your help to get the ideas ready for prime time (and, if we’re lucky, find the right reporter eager to tell a story that’s not been heard before). Thoughts?