honestly jason todd’s death was awful for so many reasons but one of those reasons was the blatant classism of it. jason was a street kid; he was snarky and defensive, sympathized with victims and pointed out flaws in the justice system. it made his robin very complex. but people were used to batman and robin being from high society, and were uncomfortable with this, so they had this 15 year old kid brutally murdered and replaced him with a genius upperclass boy. don’t get me wrong tim is my son and great as robin, i’m just angry about this
I got my period but I’m still worried that I’m pregnant. Help!
Someone asked us:
Hey, about 4 months ago I was messing around with my BF and I touched his penis and I am 100% sure I didn’t have any load of liquid or semen on my hands but my hand was a little damp, after this I touched my vagjnas lips over the underwear I had on. Since then I have had 4 periods that seemed to be very normal but I cannot stop thinking that I am pregnant and it’s making me crazy
It sounds like you’ve been worrying about being pregnant for a long time. I’m glad you wrote to us. It may reassure you to hear that based on what you’ve written here about getting your period and not having had sex, it’s highly unlikely that you’re pregnant. If you want to be certain, you can always pick up a pregnancy test (at the drugstore or at your local Planned Parenthood health center).
But the fact that you’re still concerned, despite your very low risk, is worth thinking through. You might feel better if you ask yourself things like:
How ready (or not ready) am I to have sex at this point in my life?
How will I get birth control and condoms to protect myself if and when I do have sex?
What would I do if I ever had an unintended pregnancy?
What would make me feel less anxious about having an unintended pregnancy?
For a split second I relive [it]. My heart begins to race, and a tidal wave of pain comes crashing back. An incredible, inconsolable sadness overcomes me. The sadness is so great it suffocates me. I can barely breathe as a deluge of tears stream down my face. My hands become hot and red and tremble with fear. I try to control the shaking by clenching my fists, but I cannot make it stop.
I am alone. No one can help me. No one understands, and I am plagued by the senselessness of it all. Just for a split second, I am home again.
“No One Said Life Was Fair” a poignant and humorous memoir about growing up in an alcoholic family by Mary Kate DeCraene.