Birth Control: The Facts

October, 1989

I can't even find my diaphragm anymore. Should the opportunity present itself, I've got some condoms stashed in the back of my underwear drawer. You have to be safe, and so I'm back where I started.With condoms. Fourteen years old and gasping with terror, lying in the middle of a football field under my boyfriend. It's midnight and he's fumbling with...what? What's he unwrapping? Chewing gum? What...oh, my God. This can't be happening to me. This must be a movie.I got used to the sound of rippin...