I’ve thought about doing this in case any of my friends ever need it…
I saw the writing on the wall and got my tubes tied in 2014, but I already knew I never wanted kids, so it was an easy choice. But very few other women are in that boat… so having it around might be good.
I used to keep plan b for friends, before it was OTC (let’s hear it for planned parenthood!). Never got used, thankfully, but it was there if it was needed.
"Sometimes I listen outside closed doors, a thing I never would have done in the time before. I don’t listen long, because I don’t want to be caught doing it. Once, though, I heard Rita say to Cora I hat she wouldn’t debase herself like that.
Nobody asking you, Cora said. Anyways, what could you do, supposing?
Go to the Colonies, Rita said. They have the choice.
With the Unwomen, and starve to death and Lord knows what all? said Cora. Catch you.
They were shelling peas; even through the almost-closed door I could hear the light clink of the hard peas falling into the metal howl. I heard Rita, a grunt or a sigh, of protest or agreement.
Anyways, they’re doing it for us all, said Cora, or so they say. If I hadn’t of got my tubes tied, it could of been me, say I was ten years younger. It’s not that bad. It’s not what you’d call hard work.
Better her than me, Rita said, and I opened the door."
Atwood, M. (1985). The Handmaid’s Tale. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. p. 21-22.
I’ve thought about doing this in case any of my friends ever need it…
I saw the writing on the wall and got my tubes tied in 2014, but I already knew I never wanted kids, so it was an easy choice. But very few other women are in that boat… so having it around might be good.
I used to keep plan b for friends, before it was OTC (let’s hear it for planned parenthood!). Never got used, thankfully, but it was there if it was needed.
"Sometimes I listen outside closed doors, a thing I never would have done in the time before. I don’t listen long, because I don’t want to be caught doing it. Once, though, I heard Rita say to Cora I hat she wouldn’t debase herself like that.
Nobody asking you, Cora said. Anyways, what could you do, supposing?
Go to the Colonies, Rita said. They have the choice.
With the Unwomen, and starve to death and Lord knows what all? said Cora. Catch you.
They were shelling peas; even through the almost-closed door I could hear the light clink of the hard peas falling into the metal howl. I heard Rita, a grunt or a sigh, of protest or agreement.
Anyways, they’re doing it for us all, said Cora, or so they say. If I hadn’t of got my tubes tied, it could of been me, say I was ten years younger. It’s not that bad. It’s not what you’d call hard work.
Better her than me, Rita said, and I opened the door."
Atwood, M. (1985). The Handmaid’s Tale. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. p. 21-22.