“Not a mother, just a woman. Not a wife, just a lover. Or am I just water?” – lyrics from an original song
I have never had an abortion.
I have never had a miscarriage.
I have never been pregnant.
I might not even be able to get pregnant.
I am happy about this.
I feel lucky.
I feel empowered.
I believe in honesty.
I believe in normalizing discussion around women’s reproductive organs.
That is why I’m here, writing this blog.
I believe we can all learn from honest, compassionate discussion.
No matter our political views.
So today I would like to talk about Planned Parenthood. About the personal experiences I have had there. I have noticed that there is a common misconception about what Planned Parenthood is and what services they provide. Throughout my 15 years of possible Endometriosis, Planned Parenthood has always been a place of hope. It has always been a place where I felt listened to. Where I felt cared for.
I went to Planned Parenthood when I was uninsured and needed my annual exam.
I went to Planned Parenthood when I was insured and couldn’t find a gynecologist close to home.
I went to Planned Parenthood for affordable birth control when the only one my health insurance “covered” was $90 per month.
I went to Planned Parenthood when I was bleeding for three weeks straight and didn’t know why.
I went to Planned Parenthood to be screened for common STDs.
Essentially, I went to Planned Parenthood when I needed basic health care.
Sexual health care is basic health care.
Basic health care is a human right.
We need Planned Parenthood to stay healthy.
It saddens me that they are constantly under attack.
That women are being shamed as they walk into a Planned Parenthood clinic whether or not they are getting an abortion.
Men can go to Planned Parenthood too.
And free condoms are never a bad thing.
After all, don’t you want to plan if or when you enter into parenthood?