It finally happened. I have thus far avoided any major hysteria with the onset of my period but after my morning, I was that girl, sitting in the car in bumper-to-bumper traffic, crying buckets, trying to catch her breath and hoping no one would notice that she could barely see through her tears.
The trigger…my doctor, when discussing my cycle and my donor said “why don’t you consider having sex with your donor?” I am oscillating between rage and disbelief. This was THE doctor I had been looking for all my life. A woman GP who prioritises holistic and nutritional medicine, someone who self identifies as a feminist and is queer friendly…or so I thought. arghhh.
Did I mention that she was not at all warm and made me feel stupid for questioning my weird temps too?
I will not be seeing her again. But I will be writing to her and her practice about her inappropriate, homophobic behaviour. I’m livd. And really really disappointed.