Preventing Abortions with Planned Parenthood

Years ago, at an atheist meeting, a Christian showed up, as was wont to happen every few months or so. I decided that I would take one for the team and fully engage him so that others could have the more nuanced conversations that drew most people to the meetings. Lucky for me (but not for him), his prepared topic of conversation for the time he had chosen to break bread with us baby-eaters was abortion.

He led not with a question, but with an assumption that we atheists tended to support reproductive rights. He wasn’t wrong (though of course there are some over-represented exceptions among atheists). I decided to ask him a question: “How many abortions have you prevented?”

My inquiry may have dumbfounded him for a while, but I was hardly exaggerating or lying. At the time, I was an unofficial guerrilla unwanted-pregnancy-preventer thanks to Planned Parenthood.

exterior view of the Planned Parenthood Mission Viejo office

It all started during the summer between my first and second year of college. I had finally kissed for the first time and knew that I wanted to have sex, but wanted to be prepared. I had found out about Planned Parenthood’s services thanks to feminist-identified high school friends, though I had never thought that I would avail myself of them. Yet there I stood, barely eighteen, in front of a genteel set of offices in South Orange County, half an hour early for the appointment that I had made online. I inhaled, exhaled, checked my anxiety, and walked in.

The receptionist was pleasant and helpful. Although I had health insurance, I feared what would happen if my family found out that I was getting pap smears and birth control. Both the receptionist and the form not only seemed to expect circumstances like mine, the wording and frankness that they used suggested that they welcomed me rather than judged me. Due to my lack of usable insurance and income, I was able to apply for a special green California health care card that entitled me to free reproductive health services.

In about the time it took me to take a perfunctory flip through one of the magazines they had in the lobby, they were ready for me. I stripped down and put on the gown as instructed. The medical professional who did my pap and answered all my questions about birth control was gentle and kind. I was relaxed enough that the physical aspect of the exam was awkward rather than truly painful.

After the exam was complete and I had finished getting dressed, I was given what I had come in for: The Pill. I was also talked to about and given two other items. In the end, I walked away with a medium-sized brown paper bag. Inside it was three months’ worth of birth control, a handful of condoms, and two courses of Plan B. The nurse practitioner who had given me The Pill had convinced me to take some of that emergency contraceptive with me just in case I started having sex before I had been on The Pill long enough for safety, or in case of other circumstances.

The NP had also hinted, without quite saying it, that my Plan B might be useful for any friends I might have who had an emergency. This was in 2006, mind you, well before Plan B went generic. Because of it that, it was expensive, around $80 or so. It was also hard to obtain for teenagers since you had to be 18 in the state of California to get it over the counter at a pharmacy. I didn’t have any sexually active friends (or many friends at all), but younger people that I knew did. Those Plan B packets got used, but not by me.

The next time I went in, when they asked if I wanted Plan B, I said yes. When they asked me how many I wanted, I said as many as they could spare, please, which was three packets. Those were also put to good use, especially with some high schoolers I knew who had rather regressive ideas about condoms thanks to their douchebag older boyfriends who insisted on pulling out. They were also very resistant to the idea of being on birth control, citing parental disapproval and other factors. Ideally, some of these young women should have taken me up on my offer to drive them to Planned Parenthood to weigh their options. Realistically, my Plan B and I were able to save them from pregnancy.

Later, I did make friends, some of whom were sexually active. Word got around that I was a resource. I can’t count how many wee-hour phone calls I got. If my phone rang between around 1 AM and 5 AM, my mind, however drunk or sleepy, was already arranging for a pick-up or drop-off as soon as I saw the lit-up external display on my flip phone. When I heard the suppressed sob in the space between the words “It broke” or “He did it anyway”, I ensured that my voice conveyed reassurance as it calmly explained the logistics that I had already figured out.

In order to ensure a steady supply of the two-step emergency contraceptives, I made certain that I never got more than 3 or 6 months’ worth of my birth control at each visit, even though I could have easily gotten a years’ worth for my own convenience. Going in more often meant more time out of my life, but also that I could ask for more Plan B. The NPs knew what was going on but their implied approval meant that I was well-supplied.

The many Plan B packets given to me by the generous people at Planned Parenthood of Orange & San Bernardino Counties never expired when in my stash and always helped someone in need — except for the one that was in the backpack that I lost in the sex toy wars that I had with my family.

My career as the EC Avenger ended when Plan B both became available to minors in California and went generic. I also no longer knew people old enough to be having sex yet young enough to not have figured out a contingency plan for emergencies. I estimate that, over the course of about 4 years, I distributed at least 24 packets of Plan B. Additionally, I educated dozens and dozens of people about their birth control options. It was my first form of activism and I am beyond proud of it.

And that was why I was able to ask the Christian that question. I knew that I personally and directly prevented at least 20 potential pregnancies and indirectly, through education, prevented countless more. As for the Christian? After a bit of prodding, he admitted that he would rather people fail at abstinence and end up getting an abortion than be educated and ready for sex with birth control on deck. He called himself an “idealist” for preferring that people have unwanted children or abortions rather than be prepared by people like me in partnership with Planned Parenthood.

He left not long after I asked him who actually was against abortion, him or me, based on that logic.

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14 thoughts on “Preventing Abortions with Planned Parenthood

  1. 2

    This is indeed an awesome and righteous story, in the best sense.
    I think every state has a slightly different situation, but you are an excellent role model.
    When I retire, I will try to volunteer at a clinic or something like that. Thanks for your service to humanity.

  2. 3

    Huzzah! So cool. Meanwhile “directed prevented” is probably supposed to be “directly prevented”?

    You know there’s a lot of stories on the internet of “I tol’ this person off and they left in shame and everyone cheered and high fived me” which are patently unbelievable, but this one sounds totally legit. It’s the exact kind of situation these fools get themselves into, and you’re the exact sort of person who would be able to school them like that.

    On unrelated note, the login options on this page don’t work for me, so I’m having to log in at pharyngula in order to comment here. : (

  3. 5

    Three cheers for birth control and activism. It’s pretty obvious and has been demonstrated countless time by research that shame and abstinence teaching don’t prevent pregnancies or STDs. And that shame and restrictions don’t prevent abortions.
    I’ve made a promise to myself long ago: When my daughters reach the age when they might become sexually active they’ll be getting some things from me: a pack of condoms, a bottle of lube, a pack of Plan B, an external vibrator, some good literature and the offer to talk to me or, if they prefer not to, their aunt. We also don’t hide those items in our household. Sex is a part of most people’s lives.
    People who are seriously interested in reducing the number of STD infections, unwanted pregnancies and need for abortions* therefore do what you did. That anti-choicers don’t shows where their real interest lies.

    *I want to prevent abortions the same way I want to prevent root canal treatment: Reducing the need by preventing the circumstances in which they are needed. It’S not like they’re fun.

  4. 7

    I’m hoping to hear back from a nearby PP on my application as a clinic escort. I was motivated by both a change in life circumstances that made it possible, and by the recent kerfluffle over that hideous bit of agit-prop. Wish me luck!

  5. 8

    I am a bit of an idealist (although I try to temper it with realism) and I think that the ideal would be for people to be well educated about sex and reproduction and to have easy access to free birth control. The Christian’s ideal seems to be that people should only have sex for babies or that married women should just have loads of babies whether they want them or not. Neither of those sounds ideal to me.

    The part of your story that sounds shocking to me as a UK reader is that there was ever any doubt that you would get free contraception. When I first wanted contraception my doctor just gave me information on the choices and then referred me to the local clinic when I had decided. Later, my local surgery had a doctor who could handle fitting contraceptive devices so there was no need for a specialist clinic. All of this was free. Even the contraceptive pill is free in the UK (normally prescriptions carry a fee although some people are exempt). I’m not sure where we stand on the morning after pill as I favour idiot-proof methods of contraception.

    Good for you anyway and it’s good to see you posting again.

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