Do You Know All the Many Forms of Birth Control?
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Oh, IUD, how I love thee…may I count the ways.
As I stuck my fork into the steaming sesame cabbage-and-salmon creation I had just dished into two bowls, something on the tree caught my eye. “What’s that?” I said to the boy, who was already smirking. “That wasn’t there before.”
“What?” he asked with feigned innocence.
‘Oooh, I love presents,’ I thought as I got up and ran over to the Christmas tree. It was an ornament, but a heavy one with obvious goodies stashed inside. Cracking open the metal bear was easier said than done, but my laughter once it was open made the struggle worth it.
“Chocolate, long-lasting batteries, and a lambskin condom. You know just the way to a girl’s heart.”
Later, as I was finishing off the lavender-infused chocolate truffle – “hey, don’t I get a bite?” he asked as I popped the last morsel into my mouth – I took out the $3 lambskin condom (yes, that’s the cost of one) and thought, “man, this is gonna get expensive.”
See, it’s been a while since I’ve had to worry about the question of consistent birth control. I was on the pill until about age 25, starting on it more specifically because of ridiculous menstrual cramps that I had suffered from every month since I was 12. I mean leave-school-down-eight-advil-writhe-in-bed-for-four-hours-curse-the-day-you-were-born kinda cramps. So, you know, I felt justified.
Birth contorl will make you crazy / Photo: StarMama
But as I began to delve into the field of holistic health, I couldn’t help but actually begin to pay attention to those ‘little’ warnings and precautions listed in great detail in the fold-out included with every pack of pills. It’s amazing how our minds can gloss over possibilities (some might say probabilities) of blood clots, cancer, heart disease, and sexual dysfunction because they list these at the three-quarters mark of every medication commercial and then quickly get back to the smiling people so happy to have found this brave new medicine. Psychology at its best.
Thing is, I was beginning to read book after book, website after website telling me information similar to what Dr. Mercola says in this article: the artificial, synthetic hormones found in birth control pills, estrogen and progestin, are the same hormones used in the hormone-replacement study shut down by the FDA in 2002. Why? The extreme increase in breast cancer. And heart attack. Don’t forget stoke. And my favorite, blood clots.
Ah yes, blood clots. I remember the day my boss received a hand-written letter from his previous assistant, detailing the flight, the sickness, the fact that she never would be the same again. The doctors determined that at age 29, the birth control pills were an intricate part of the equation. And, I was done.
Since then, I’ve primarily used latex condoms for birth control. But I haven’t really been in a long-term, committed relationship, so condoms were the obvious, smart choice anyway. In one short relationship a couple of years ago, we sometimes used lambskin condoms, which are certainly better and less, uh, chaffing.
Now, though, I’m not (and the boy certainly is not) excited about the prospect of using condoms every single time. Again, pricey (though after last week’s article about visiting the STD clinic, a friend covertly sent me a link to a much-reduced version of the lambskins on Amazon. Seriously, they’re like $42 for a 12-pack in the store). And really, at a certain point, who wants to deal with a barrier?
I’ve had so many conversations with my female friends over the years around this particular subject, which generally end with sighs and “well, I don’t really have another choice than to use [choose one: bc pills/Depo Provera/IUD, hormonal or copper/Nuva Ring/Ortho Evra] even though it makes me [choose one: gain weight/have no sex drive/moody as hell/spot throughout the month/depressed/have longer periods/have no periods/feel like a lunatic]. That’s some bull shit, I say.
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Oh, IUD, how I love thee…may I count the ways.
As I stuck my fork into the steaming sesame cabbage-and-salmon creation I had just dished into two bowls, something on the tree caught my eye. “What’s that?” I said to the boy, who was already smirking. “That wasn’t there before.”
“What?” he asked with feigned innocence.
‘Oooh, I love presents,’ I thought as I got up and ran over to the Christmas tree. It was an ornament, but a heavy one with obvious goodies stashed inside. Cracking open the metal bear was easier said than done, but my laughter once it was open made the struggle worth it.
“Chocolate, long-lasting batteries, and a lambskin condom. You know just the way to a girl’s heart.”
Later, as I was finishing off the lavender-infused chocolate truffle – “hey, don’t I get a bite?” he asked as I popped the last morsel into my mouth – I took out the $3 lambskin condom (yes, that’s the cost of one) and thought, “man, this is gonna get expensive.”
See, it’s been a while since I’ve had to worry about the question of consistent birth control. I was on the pill until about age 25, starting on it more specifically because of ridiculous menstrual cramps that I had suffered from every month since I was 12. I mean leave-school-down-eight-advil-writhe-in-bed-for-four-hours-curse-the-day-you-were-born kinda cramps. So, you know, I felt justified.
Birth contorl will make you crazy / Photo: StarMama
But as I began to delve into the field of holistic health, I couldn’t help but actually begin to pay attention to those ‘little’ warnings and precautions listed in great detail in the fold-out included with every pack of pills. It’s amazing how our minds can gloss over possibilities (some might say probabilities) of blood clots, cancer, heart disease, and sexual dysfunction because they list these at the three-quarters mark of every medication commercial and then quickly get back to the smiling people so happy to have found this brave new medicine. Psychology at its best.
Thing is, I was beginning to read book after book, website after website telling me information similar to what Dr. Mercola says in this article: the artificial, synthetic hormones found in birth control pills, estrogen and progestin, are the same hormones used in the hormone-replacement study shut down by the FDA in 2002. Why? The extreme increase in breast cancer. And heart attack. Don’t forget stoke. And my favorite, blood clots.
Ah yes, blood clots. I remember the day my boss received a hand-written letter from his previous assistant, detailing the flight, the sickness, the fact that she never would be the same again. The doctors determined that at age 29, the birth control pills were an intricate part of the equation. And, I was done.
Since then, I’ve primarily used latex condoms for birth control. But I haven’t really been in a long-term, committed relationship, so condoms were the obvious, smart choice anyway. In one short relationship a couple of years ago, we sometimes used lambskin condoms, which are certainly better and less, uh, chaffing.
Now, though, I’m not (and the boy certainly is not) excited about the prospect of using condoms every single time. Again, pricey (though after last week’s article about visiting the STD clinic, a friend covertly sent me a link to a much-reduced version of the lambskins on Amazon. Seriously, they’re like $42 for a 12-pack in the store). And really, at a certain point, who wants to deal with a barrier?
I’ve had so many conversations with my female friends over the years around this particular subject, which generally end with sighs and “well, I don’t really have another choice than to use [choose one: bc pills/Depo Provera/IUD, hormonal or copper/Nuva Ring/Ortho Evra] even though it makes me [choose one: gain weight/have no sex drive/moody as hell/spot throughout the month/depressed/have longer periods/have no periods/feel like a lunatic]. That’s some bull shit, I say.
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22.01.2022
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22.01.2022