Everyone else was on the pill so why shouldn’t I be too? My cramps were bad and my PMS bordered on extreme, so what did I have to lose? I would have to go to the gyno sooner or later, so why not just get it over with, right? I approached my Mom the next day and told her that I wanted to get on the pill. At first, she needed a little assurance that I didn’t want it as a contraceptive, but as a way to better my “quality of life”. ![]()

Sounds like a strange request, but it’s not so strange if you knew I was raised Catholic. I had never really ventured below the belt or even above the belt for that matter, and had yet to have my first real boyfriend. But regardless, I decided to make the appointment, and with my mom we went to improve my “quality of life”. After insisting that my mom be allowed to be in the room with me, I quickly changed into the flimsy paper gown provided for my “modesty”. ![]()

As I lay back on the cold, paper-covered exam table, I tried to relax in the glare of the fluorescent lighting. I was laying on my back when I was startled by a quick knock and the entrance of a man not a day over 40. We’ll call him “Dr. Rivers”. Now, Dr. Rivers was a busy man, a fact made even more obvious by his inability to let me finish introducing myself, let alone make eye contact, as he snapped on the tight latex gloves. ![]()

We started with the breast exam… ![]()

I thought to myself that as long as I didn’t look at him it wouldn’t be awkward. I tried to focus on other things until I started laughing hysterically! Partly from the sheer nervousness and partly because I am extremely ticklish. As awkward as that was, I knew the pelvic exam was coming next. It seems the lower half of my body knew as well and showed it by tensing up like it was hanging on for dear life. I watched helplessly as the doctor took out the speculum. It seemed huge as its shiny stainless steel surface glinted in the horrible lighting. He ran it under warm water so it wouldn’t be so cold. How sweet! There was still no way that that was going to fit inside+ my body. It only got worse when the doctor seated himself at the end of the table, instructed me to place my feet in the stirrups (the metal footholds at the end of the exam table) and asked me to scoot myself down all the way to the end. “Nope. A little further. Further still. Not quite. There… Now take a deep breath and relax.” Just relax, he kept telling me to just relax, but I had no control over the lower half of my body! It was refusing to cooperate. And I couldn’t say I disagreed, either. That thing was NOT going to fit. After arguing this point for the next five minutes, Dr. Rivers agreed to use a smaller, plastic speculum normally used for persons of a younger age. I said that we could try the plastic speculum, but that I wouldn’t make any promises that I’d let it in. Sure enough, my body still refused to cooperate. At this point, busy Dr Rivers exhales loudly and proclaims that he cannot do the exam if I refuse to cooperate. As the tears well up in my eyes, I apologize to the doctor, the nurse, and my mother for wasting everyone’s time. ![]()

A whole three years would go by before I ever entered another gynecologist’s office. During that visit I finally did relax. I made sure to request a woman gynecologist, something I wish I knew I could do before my first appointment!![]()

Every girl’s first experience is a little awkward, some moreso than others, but it’s important to get past the first visit. When I finally got the courage to go back, it wasn’t as bad as I remembered. In fact, each time I’ve gone it’s been a little easier and now I can talk about movies and restaurants with my gyno while she is examining me. Even though the idea of being totally naked in front of someone I only see once a year is still a little weird, I have to say that I am really proud of myself for taking my health into my own hands. ![]()
