No intercourse. No oral sex. No kissing. No one night stands. No make outs. No dates. Just me.
Within a few days I started really feeling like crap. Like sick in bed and exhausted by breathing kind of crap. I called the advice nurse several times. On each of these calls I made a point of telling the nurse that I had just gotten an IUD and asked if it could be related.
I concluded, long after the events of that awkward day, that being embarrassed is overrated.
Five years after leaving the group and hearing a bunch of people say, “That sounds like a cult,” I’m ready to admit I was brainwashed.
My shocking discovery in a Main Street, U.S.A. bathroom launched me into a lifetime of looking back at my shortened childhood.