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I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.

I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.

Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.

When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.

And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.

I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.

I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.

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Do you know what hurts the most? It’s when you see someone suffering in depression and being suicidal and there’s nothing you can do to change their minds. When you do your best to talk to them, make them believe this is not the end, that the bright days are coming, but they don’t listen. They don’t listen to a word you say. You talk to the person for hours, days, weeks, and when when you think you finally convinced them to keep fighting…they suddenly disappear. They pass away without saying a word. For the rest of your life you have to bear the guilt on your shoulders. ”What if”. What if I could have changed your mind, you’d be still alive, still fighting for the brighter days. Still smiling through all the pain. Still having a hope. What if I could have saved a life, but didn’t? What if it’s all my fault, and what if I only made it worse? I could have stayed out of it, but that would be even worse. I’d ignore someones cry for help, and realize I could have saved a life. I don’t care if I don’t know you or if we’ve never spoken, but I regret I didn’t help you when you needed it, but I’m so sorry you didn’t listen to my words when you should have. 
Even strangers  care about each other. 
Next time you feel worthless, remember that you could save a life. 

All day everyday.

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"He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it—how many stars she’d give it and why."

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