The bias might be “earning power” which seemed to be big with those doctors, as illustrated by the fact that they kept telling me I was doing nothing for my family. (I still don’t understand how their families ran, but I presume they had nannies or something? When I first came in and I told them I’d mostly been lying down for the last week – I was very ill, and we’d got a babysitter/friend to help – they did an ultrasound of my legs, because they were convinced my sedentary lifestyle had led to a blod clot in my lungs. Again, I had a five and a one year old, with the one year old just starting to walk. And I had a 2k square foot home that I cleaned myself (I still clean my home myself.) And I did all the cooking and yard care, and most of the shopping for the family. How they imagined that I had been lying down long enough and immobile enough to develop a blood clot is beyond me.) But the other part of it was also “you’ll never be able to do anything for them. You’re just a housewife.”
This was a value judgment. And back then, when I was really ill, it was a terrible judgment, that made me feel that I shouldn’t be alive, and that I was a millstone around my family’s necks.
My husband told me it was nonsense, but of course I couldn’t believe it.
This echoes all the times in adolescence when I thought I was useless.