I could write these on cards, or just memorize them. Or I could look up this blog post should I need to.
“Please do not touch me.”
“I’m going to decline IV fluids, thank you.”
“I would like to decline that procedure at this time.”
“I will sue this hospital”
“Thank you for the information. We will let you know our decision.”
“I am exercising my right of informed refusal.”
“I understand your hospital’s policy of X and I decline.”
“Can I speak to the supervising nurse.”
Then there are some more interesting affirmation-type things I wrote in a journal. Riffing on the fundamental concept of my autonomy in all things.
My body, my choice.
My body, my baby.
I will decide what’s best for me and my baby.
I demand respect.
I decide when. I decide how. I decide if. I decide what.
I am a person.
I can invite, I can welcome, and I can banish.
I welcome and I bar the door.
My body is my house.
I surrender to labor but not to human fear, greed or violence.
My comfort level is the most important one.
I smile and politely refuse.
I can say “I do not consent to this.”
I can scream “Rape!”
I will take names.
I know a defensive stance.
I am running the show.
I don’t need anyone to walk with me, but I am happier in community.
I will seek, hear and welcome advice, but I may not follow it.
I will speak clearly when I say what I want.
Yes means yes. No means no. No is a word I can say whenever I want to.
I hold the power in the relationship.
I cannot compel – those who wish to leave may leave.
My wishes may challenge assumptions.
My wishes may try my advisors’ patience. If they fail, I can go alone.
I control what humans to do my body.
What God does, is God’s will.