In some ways it feels like I’m still living with my parents, still having my lifestyle affected by other’s religious beliefs. But this time the effect is on an employed, educated adult and the beliefs come from my father’s employer.
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.
My family fantasy centered around me, a feminist dude partner, and two adopted daughters that I could call Mary and Margot after my favorite lady monarchs. Our home would ooze estrogen and empowered ladyhood.