Planned Parenthood didn’t save my life. At least, not right there in the exam room.
Every time I went there, they gave me a pelvic exam and a prescription for oral contraceptives. Unlike the student health center at my university, they didn’t make me watch condescending videos about how babies are made. They didn’t tell me my tattoo probably meant I had hepatitis.
They charged me on a sliding scale and didn’t even ask if I had insurance.
They didn’t save my life, and my story is unremarkable in its ordinariness, but that’s why it’s important. There are millions and millions of me — people who needed, and received, basic health care without judgment or undue expense.
Planned Parenthood does lots of things for lots of people, and a lot of what it does is ordinary. It shouldn’t be invisible.