Share Your Story or Your Mother's Story about the Challenges of Accessing Birth Control

How is it that Medi-cal can sponsor programs for your pet's reproductive care while denying yours! >.<Medi-Cal ProgramIf you receive Medi-Cal benefits, are at least 18 years of age and show a valid Medi-Cal card and picture ID at the time of drop-off, you are eligible for additional discounts. Cat spay/neuter: $20Dog under 40 pounds spay/neuter: $40 These prices include a rabies vaccine if the pet is over 4 months of age. Limit 4 pets per household.  http://www.hopeaf.com/events.php

I think it is far more inappropriate to dlcaere that the way you think is the way everyone should think and feel. This is America, and the beauty of this country is our ability to feel comfortable voicing our opinions, supporting, and granting them weight in our daily lives. If you feel that what planned parenthood is doing is inappropriate, that's fine. But others feel that planned parenthood is a justice and sanctuary. It is not up to you, or anyone, to determine this for anyone else.As a country, we will never move forward if each sides continues to demand their position have weight without granting compromise, understanding, and appropriate deliberation. Every single voice in America is strong. Every voice the foundation of an individuated principal. These things should be respected on all levels.Though of course, this is just my opinion.

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On February 1, 2009, my boyfriend and I moved across the country, from Washington D.C. to Oakalnd, CA.  That month -- and the state of California -- later turned out to be the worst 30-day period for job loss, new unemployment claims, and home foreclosures in the Great Recession.  But as idealistic 20-somethings, of course, we didn't think twice about these economic indicators.  We quit our progressive politics jobs in DC, sold our furniture and packed the rest of our posessions into the Ford Fusion, and drove out to Cali.  It had always been my dream to live in the San Francisco Bay Area, so we struggled to make it for the first few months.  Spending our last savings on the security-deposit and first month's rent for an apartment in Oakland was pretty scary.  Sleeping on an air mattress with no other furniture was pretty scary.  Applying for dozens of low-paying entry-level jobs like pizza deliverypeople, cafe cashiers, bar-backs, restaurant servers, and door-to-door canvassers -- and being rejected most of the time -- was pretty scary.  Applying for food stamp benefits and being rejected because our patchwork of part-time jobs put us just above the absurdly-low "official" poverty line, was pretty scary.  Although we were both priveledged, middle class kids with BA degrees and supportive families, it felt for the first time like we were adults in over our heads, without any safety net or bumper to cushion us.Amidst this crisis, one of the only bright spots was the healthcare I received from a Planned Parenthood affiliate.  Already near-tears on a daily basis over the overwhelming costs of our rent, groceries, utilities, and gas for the car that we needed for our job searches, I realized I was running out of birth control pills.  The last thing that would've been right or responsible, when we could barely keep a roof over our heads, would be to risk getting pregnant.  Of course, neither my boyfriend nor I had health insurance, and the experience being rejected for Food Stamps made me very reluctant to navigate the confusing system of MediCal. In a panic, I Googled for Planned Parenthood clinic in the area, and called for an appointment. "No problem," the receptionist said, booking me in for an OB/Gyn appointment, pap smear, and birth control screening later that week, and giving me patient, clear directions to the clinic.  When I entered the clinic, the cheerful murals of mutiethnic women on the walls immediately cheered me.  The supportive, empathetic attitude of the receptionist was even better.  She gave me clear directions about how to fill out the form to have MediCal cover my oral conraceptives.  Finally, a professional, gentle gynecologist gave me my pelvic exam and reassured me that everything was ok and I was a healthy young woman. Needless to say, I sobbed with relief.I don't know what was the most important thing Planned Parenthood gave to me that day in 2009 -- a free 3-month supply of birth control pills, a clean bill of health, and restored confidence that I could really "do this" whole independent-young-adult-life-thing.  But I do know that I will never forget the intense feeling of desperation at not being able to control my own reproductive health, and the feeling of empowerment when Planned Parenthood enabled me to do so.  And I know that I will NEVER stop fighting until ALL American women, regardless of socioeconomic status, will be able access the same right to respect, self-determination, and reproductive helath and freedom.