I remember when I had my first Pap smear. I was seventeen, and I had spent the night before Googling what it was going to be like. I can't remember the name of it now, but I found this amazing feminist blog that prepared me so well for it, in such an empowering and radical way.
As a person in my early twenties (who has been to the gynecologist many many times,) I've had a bunch of friends text or call me when they're about to head to their first Pap smear, pelvic exam, STI test, yeast infection or any other gyno appointment. They reach out to me because I've done it before, and because they want to know what the hell goes on in the laminate torture chamber that is the gyno office.
I'm lucky to have a great gynecologist. He's an elderly man (originally I thought having a male one would be weird, but it's not.) He's super experienced, gentle, understands my fears, and answers my questions thoroughly. He has actually helped me heal a lot of my 'issues,' from fibrocystic breast changes to ovarian cysts to BV, and we're working together right now to figure out the best birth control for my endometriosis (taking into account the fact that most hormones turn me into a raging lunatic.) Shoutout to David. He's the GOAT.
But some aren't as lucky as I am, and I didn't always have such a great doctor. I had a really bad experience at a Planned Parenthood clinic, where the clinician accidentally hurt me during my IUD insertion, because she had to use a tenaculum which actually ended up scratching my cervix. Going to the gyn isn't always a bed of roses, and that's okay. I like to say that it's like getting a strep throat test. You know, the ones where they scratch the back of your throat with a q-tip? It doesn't feel good, but it shouldn't hurt. Maybe you gag a little bit. And then it's over! Really quick! So, since education is the key to empowerment, let's get into the nitty-gritty of what actually happens, shall we?
Your doctor will tell you to get dressed (probably leave the room) and then answer any questions you may have. You did it! I'm so proud of you! Congratulations on fighting the power by taking care of your reproductive health! Yes!
As a person in my early twenties (who has been to the gynecologist many many times,) I've had a bunch of friends text or call me when they're about to head to their first Pap smear, pelvic exam, STI test, yeast infection or any other gyno appointment. They reach out to me because I've done it before, and because they want to know what the hell goes on in the laminate torture chamber that is the gyno office.
I'm lucky to have a great gynecologist. He's an elderly man (originally I thought having a male one would be weird, but it's not.) He's super experienced, gentle, understands my fears, and answers my questions thoroughly. He has actually helped me heal a lot of my 'issues,' from fibrocystic breast changes to ovarian cysts to BV, and we're working together right now to figure out the best birth control for my endometriosis (taking into account the fact that most hormones turn me into a raging lunatic.) Shoutout to David. He's the GOAT.
But some aren't as lucky as I am, and I didn't always have such a great doctor. I had a really bad experience at a Planned Parenthood clinic, where the clinician accidentally hurt me during my IUD insertion, because she had to use a tenaculum which actually ended up scratching my cervix. Going to the gyn isn't always a bed of roses, and that's okay. I like to say that it's like getting a strep throat test. You know, the ones where they scratch the back of your throat with a q-tip? It doesn't feel good, but it shouldn't hurt. Maybe you gag a little bit. And then it's over! Really quick! So, since education is the key to empowerment, let's get into the nitty-gritty of what actually happens, shall we?
Your doctor will tell you to get dressed (probably leave the room) and then answer any questions you may have. You did it! I'm so proud of you! Congratulations on fighting the power by taking care of your reproductive health! Yes!
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