Check out the posters? Check out the racist writing on the table!

1990, I was taking some time off from work and touring with the Grateful Dead. I had just finished a three day run in Denver and between then and the New Year’s Eve show in Oakland, I was hanging with some friends up in Whitefish, Montana. I was way into this friend, Steve, and he was marginally into me. We had hooked…

We’re cool, no apology necessary.

At the the clinic I worked at we only had one rape victim that I knew of, a 13 year old girl. She did not have to go through the birth control portion, but did have to sign the informed consent.

I was that kind of therapist that did this job. It wasn’t reeducation, it was support. I was on both ends of this, I terminated a pregnancy at the same clinic that I was later employed by so I saw it from both sides.