Right then. I've been doing a lot of reading and thinking recently about consent. Actually, I've been coming up against issues of consent at work too, now I come to think about it and put finger to keyboard in a sober state. Doctors take photos with their phones when they see something cool, just like mere mortals. Only, imagine what O&Gs see. They see us from the inside out. When we're unconscious. Imagine what they think is really cool. (As I'm always tempted to ask, with apologies to Caroline Aherne, 'so then A/Prof Sticky Fingers, what first attracted you to gynaecology?') Then, because we judge 'normal' and 'acceptable' by what our peers do and say, they think that it's fine and dandy to publish these cool pics, because you probably can't tell who it is under the sheet. And, really, the fist is only there to show everyone how *big* the hole is before we sew it up... Luckily that one was low-res and never left the confines of my desktop.
Consent is not an absence of no. Consent is an active, informed yes and can be withdrawn at any time with no reason given. No one is entitled to receive consent and no one should ever be tricked, pressured or coerced into giving it.
I'm not sure I've been very good at that - not, as you might expect, giving consent - I think I've been bad about seeking consent and hearing/listening for its absence or accepting when it is withdrawn.
Brain churn two is thinking about impulse control. I don't have much, honestly. Put me in a situation where there is, say, cake. Say I am alone with the cake in reach... I will fight the 'eat the cake' thoughts. I will fight them with logic. I will fight them with diversionary tactics. I will fight them until I'm tired and can no longer be bothered. Then. Impulsively, compulsively... I will eat the cake. Not always, but often. All the cake. Feel sick. Feel guilty. Do the same thing the next day and the days after if only to stop the cake-eating thoughts. That's just an example...I follow similar patterns with wine and other issues of consumption. And I love excess. Love it. I love over-the-top abandonment to pleasure, pleasure to destruction.
Put brain churns one and two together and add bacon. It's not pretty, is it?