Sex + Love
There’s nothing worse than taking a pregnancy test when you don’t want to be pregnant.
It’s especially bad when you don’t know who the father is.
Last year, this is the exact situation I found myself in: 23, single, not on contraception, and with a late period. I was nothing short of panicked.
“I don’t want to die alone,” I mutter to myself as I sweep the kitchen floor in my new home. These words represent my greatest fear.
It’s a Saturday morning, and I am alone. A loud silence rings in my home. It's a silence formed by my son, who is not here. There isn’t an iPad blaring with cartoons on Netflix or Hulu. The only noise is a broom raking across a linoleum floor. The sink is filled with pots and pans, remnants of a recent dinner. Alongside the casserole dishes and saucepans is a solitary plate.
This article first appeared on SHE'SAID' and has been republished with permission.
I never thought I’d be the kind of person who’d ever admit they needed help. But I’d had my heart smashed into pieces, and my bad dating choices were making me depressed. For instance, I was dating this one guy, and, let’s just say, there were four other women who could have said the same thing about him.
How do we expect adults such as Aziz Ansari to understand the components of consent if we are not emphasizing this type of education as early as possible?
That gut feeling I had of “this is wrong” — that respectful people don’t just go around taking — was correct.
Love is respect. Everyone needs consent, and that doesn’t exclude your significant other. I’ll say it plainly: partners need consent too.