How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Gynecologist

An HPV love story

For years, I had a crippling fear of the gynecologist. My mother began booking appointments for us both when I was sixteen, and I resisted every step of the way. First, I flat-out refused to get in the car. Then I figured I would go, but only if I didn’t have to get the full examination. The nurse never made it past second base. She could…