‘The Invisible Man’ Festival at The Bush Theatre
We need to talk about fertility
Fertility Fest – the world’s first arts festival dedicated to fertility – was a place for these conversations to be explored: from the meaning of motherhood, to IVF treatment, The Doctor in the Bedroom, miscarriage and many, many more.
‘The Invisible Man’ seemed an apt title given the audience of 30-ish women and 6 men (notwithstanding the two male film directors), in spite of being the one production that focused on male infertility. First up to be screened was a short by Jack King called The Crossing. A psychological drama that follows Terry in the wake of the break-up of his relationship due to their inability to conceive. We witness Terry’s struggle between his own sense of ‘masculinity’ against his infertility. The film channels Terry’s anger; anger at what others have that he can’t have. Anger towards those who do not understand his feeling of loss. And what does this all mean now that he is a single man, how is he supposed to define himself?
It’s disturbingly effective: touching and distressing— but a shallow, lingering impression was, ‘DO MEN ACTUALLY FEEL LIKE THAT?’ (They do, obviously: our 6-man stronghold made that clear.) Forgive the naivety— you have to forgive naivety here. In our instinctive disbelief we did men a total disservice, but the fact is that Terry’s story doesn’t automatically fit into the social narrative. In our universe, male infertility just doesn’t have gravity. ‘Spinsters’ get lonely; bachelors have a ball.
Studies show that men are equally affected by the realisation that they may not be able to create a baby – they just don’t talk about it as much as women. It’s a stigma often associated with sexual dysfunction damaging one’s sense of ‘masculinity’. The mental health implications are significant and they often go under the radar. We’ve heard this diagnosis before: the suppression of emotion that comes with ‘being a man’ can be far more damaging then we’ve ever acknowledged or, as a society, shown willingness to cater for. For any men reading, this all-male Facebook group helped a lot of the men who spoke to us.
Next up was The Easy Bit by Thomas Webb, in which men describe – directly to camera – their journey through fertility treatment. Namely: what it’s like to give a sperm sample on ‘collection day’. To be shooed into a dingy room, the clinic’s shadowy afterthought, with a lonely leather chair (and probably a toilet) under a shelf of porn mags, on a linoleum floor under clinical lighting, that echoes unforgivingly the clip-clop of passers-by. One man described the porno in his room – ‘Revenge of the Busty Brunette’ – another man’s stash of magazines was topped with Gardeners’ World (whatever floats your boat…).
All the men recount the magazines’ ‘sticky pages’.
The procedure is complicated. Men are required to ejaculate whilst aiming into a surprisingly small sample pot. They must not touch the inside of the pot…with any part of their anatomy. Nothing can be scooped into the pot manually. Anything that doesn’t make it into the pot should be calculated (how do you calculate amounts of semen?) There’s a hatch in the room – behind which waits a group of specialists. Men are reminded they should be fully dressed before delivering their sample through the hatch – full frontal exposure is way more than the specialists require.
All in all, one thing is clear: there’s nothing ‘easy’ about it.
Fertility clinics are designed for women (so is fertility research, with a wild disproportion done into female fertility). And so we often associate all matters of fertility, conception and beyond with women – women who offer their bodies to give life: the bodies that house bodies, the bodies that bleed, that hormonally shift and repeat. Fertility clinics are labs, not bedrooms. For the man, whose part is so psychological, a little more thought into that room would go a long way.
The business of creating babies is a 50/50 process. And yes, we know – that’s obvious, primary school biology – but it’s often forgotten. Many men undergoing fertility treatment feel that their female partners take charge, while their own voices shrink into the background. Men often feel like they don’t have a right to complain because their role is comparatively ‘so small’. Even the sample pot isn’t theirs, with their female partners’ name scribbled across it. But this so called ‘easy act’ may be part of the moment that brings about a child. It is so much more than ‘just having a wank’, it’s an integral part of the story, the puzzle – the whole picture.
And something else: IVF treatment is always overseen by a gynaecologist, often without a male infertility specialist in sight. Dr Sheryl Homa, who sat on the post-screening panel, is just that specialist. She highlighted the information that oxidants, associated with male fertility issues, are often brought about by different conditions, namely varicocele (a mass of varicose veins in the spermatic cord), infection, or inflammation. She argued that the typical prescription – taking anti-oxidants – fails to treat these underlying causes. The NHS operates on an evidence-based practice, but while men are sent straight to IVF clinics (to circumnavigate the problem) rather than fertility specialists (to examine what causes the problem), evidence relating to the root causes of male infertility is being under-investigated. IVF is an undeniable miracle of life and science, but according to Dr Homa, it should be a last resort.
In all, a few transformative takeaways:
- Men care.
- Young people should definitely be more aware of fertility health measures. Look for lumps in your balls, boys.
- Doctors don’t know everything. One doctor in the room implored us all, ‘BE A NUISANCE’! Meaning: ask how you can personalise your IVF experience, ask if you can go into the room together, criticise us, help us improve what has been treated as afterthought. (And for men bring whatever material you need into that room, there’s no shame to it.)
- And finally— love is real. Sorry, we’re laughing as we write it. But we’re also not. After ‘The Easy Bit’, couples in the room started expressing their helplessness to what the other had been through. How they fought to go into ‘the room’ together (some got their way); they wanted to be there for each other in ways most couples will never have to consider. While they may have at times felt inferior to ‘those AMAZING people who JUST HAVE SEX AND SOMEHOW MAKE A BABY’, these total strangers taught us a resounding lesson about love. (And two of them kept a blog: Journey to the Far Side of the Womb)