The other day, an acquaintance asked me when my due date is.
I’m not pregnant.
Yeah. So that was less than good.
Now, just to give some context, I was wearing a form-fitting outfit, and that form includes a substantial bust and a curved belly. I don’t look particularly pregnant, but I could see how, if boobs + belly = pregnancy is an equation in someone’s mind, they could jump to that conclusion.
When I informed my questioner that I’m not pregnant, she apologized, and I told her it was OK. Then I left the venue where we were and went home, feeling sick and weak, as if I’d been groped by a dirty old man.
I was angry at my questioner. But I realized that my feeling of illness and violation didn’t come from her question. It came from my telling her that her question was OK.
My instant reaction—gut reaction, speaking of bellies—was to take away her discomfort and embarrassment, instead of voicing my hurt feelings.
I don’t like schooling people or calling them out, even when they’re wrong (or I think they’re wrong). I don’t enjoy debate or discord.
But I need to develop some game in those arenas, because the default of saying “It’s OK” when it’s not feels so toxic and nauseating.
I still don’t know what the “right” response would have been. Maybe “I know you didn’t mean to, but your question hurt my feelings.”
But with a question like that, there is no correct response. How do you respond to a question that should never have been asked?
Humor would have been great, if I could have mustered any. I was about a million miles away from a quip to defuse the moment.
I’ve been trying to love my body extra hard since this ego-blow. And I’m reminding myself that this was one moment of thoughtlessness—hardly a ripple in the ocean of my human interactions this week or this month.
But damn. The power we have to start an earthquake under each other’s happiness.
Maybe the moral of this story is that I should take an improv class.
Readers, what would you have said?