I found myself reflecting later about how my attitude towards pelvic exams has changed over the years. Back at MIT when I became freaked out over some break-through bleeding (I didn't know about break-through bleeding at the time, thus the freaking), I still wouldn't let the doctor I saw at the med center give me a pelvic exam because he was the wrong gender. These days I don't even blink when a man whom I have never met before walks into a room and is threading a catheter through my cervix less than two minutes later. Instead, I give him navigational instructions. I like my new approach to these things better.
I found myself reflecting later about how my attitude towards pelvic exams has changed over the years. Back at MIT when I became freaked out over some break-through bleeding (I didn't know about break-through bleeding at the time, thus the freaking), I still wouldn't let the doctor I saw at the med center give me a pelvic exam because he was the wrong gender. These days I don't even blink when a man whom I have never met before walks into a room and is threading a catheter through my cervix less than two minutes later. Instead, I give him navigational instructions. I like my new approach to these things better.
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