My husband is a gynecologist and it bothers me

My husband is a fantastic man, we have great marriage, he loves me more than anything and I do love him too. He is very kind and would never in a million years do anything to hurt me or make me feel uncomfortable. <br><br>During his residency he wanted to specialize in surgery but all the spots were taken save for rarer specializations. There were spots available for gynecology, and he took it, thinking it would be no big deal. Well he got stuck with it and he is now an attending. <br><br>It feels so wrong. I just can't get over it. I know it's stupid and I should get over it but he is my husband, my soul mate... he is the only man I have been with and the thought that he is looking at other women "down there" all day long and seeing them naked and opening their legs and God forbid some shameless woman flirts with him. <br><br>He has reassured me many many times that he does not see women as "vagina first" and that he is working and it's just a job. I know he isn't doing it on purpose to make me uncomfortable, he is just doing his job, and I know he would never cheat on me. And I know I make it harder for him when I complain about his job. But I can't help it. <br><br>It feels dehumanizing for me and (partially) for women. They're not a person, they're a vagina. Vagina first, person second. The vagina is his priority, not whatever else may be going on in their lives. <br><br>For example my cousin had to cancel her vacation with her fiancé because she came down with Covid. She needed a negative test to board the plane, and she couldn't get any appointments nearby until six days after her flight. She went to my husband and he helped her get a test. She got her negative test on time to board her flight. She was very happy, but I was just ashamed that my husband helped her identify as a person, as opposed to just being a random vagina.<br><br>Editing to say, I understand now why I see my husband's work as dehumanizing. I perceive it as dehumanizing because I just can't stop thinking about it, and I was making myself (and him) miserable.