This comment was left in response to a female referring to the probablility that cuckolding is relatively statistically rare. In all fairness, Sunshine Mary did agree with my idea, so I don’t think she was belittling our plight.
Nevertheless, this comment by Acksiom summarizes quite nicely why some of us think that paternity ideas are such a big deal, and it’s something that any woman inclined to pooh-pooh our concerns should most definitely take to heart:
Girls, imagine there was a 1 in fifty chance you’d go home with the wrong baby from the hospital — 2%. All birthcare providers, for some sci-fi reason, cannot be compelled to use some kind of tracking method, and, well, that’s just the way it is!
Sorry, girls, but you have no other options. The hospitals simply have too much status for you to be able to compel them to behave “more” professionally.
You have to get your kids tested on your own. . .but if you do, and the hospitals find out about it, they’ll probably punish you for it. You’ll suffer socially, be ostracized, lose positions, maybe even get sued, maybe even have your children taken away from you and your marriages broken up.
It’s because culturally, the hospitals are supposed to be in charge of the children, don’t you see? So of course their needs trump yours completely. They know best, so all the weight of society’s power and authority comes down on their side over yours.
And anyways, it’s not like it really matters if they’re really your own biological children, is it? You can and should love them just the same, and if you find out years too late to actually have other real children of your own, you loved those, and they loved you back, right? So what’s the difference, really?
After all, you still know for sure you really do have biological children out there somewhere. . .
. . .unlike we guys whom you’re telling it’s “not really that common”.
But I’d like to change one of the particulars: imagine that instead of chance, it was an active betrayal on the part of your husband that put you through this. He was offered a wild night with one of the nurses in the hospital in exchange for you having to raise somebody else’s kid. The man you love and cherish watched you celebrate every time you told your friends you were pregnant, he hugged and comforted you, knowing the entire time that you’d be changing the diapers and wiping the nose of somebody else kid because he wanted to have a good time.
You know that this happens 1/50th of the time a baby comes home from the hospital, but if you ever even got suspicious, everybody would blame YOU for being so paranoid.
Now, try to tell me that this isn’t a big deal.