How Birth Control Saved My Life

My Trump Supporting Friends, abortion

Up until this past election, information pills I always thought losing friendships strictly from politics was the most idiotic thing. I mean not everyone we encounter is going to have the same viewpoint as us. That would be rather boring if you ask me. I love that I can debate with y’all for hours (literally) about any given topic because it not only challenges my views but also allows me to see it from a different perspective. And even though by the end, I’m often left with a headache, the idea of two people being so passionate about something has a cool kind of beauty to it. However, this past presidential election is much different than any other. The amount of arguments I’ve gotten into is endless, and there’s no telling how many twitter followers I’ve lost (and am still losing) from my daily anti-Trump tweets. To My Trump Supporting Friends Family Guy In the beginning of the election, I would always get mad at myself for taking offense to some of you guys’ support for Trump; I assumed I was just being petty. As I listened to you voice your support for him, I would stay quiet. But on the inside, I was screaming while experiencing about 5,000 different emotions. But why was I so angry and bothered by it, it wasn’t personal, it was just politics, right? For the longest time, I kept my discomfort to myself not wanting to be labeled as “butt-hurt” or as just another “angry black girl”. However, as the election progressed, it became harder and harder to stay quiet. Finally, I reached out to one of my minority friends in our friend group (I should mention most of my friends are white) and told her how I felt every time I seen or heard one of our friends voice their support of Trump. Turns out she felt the exact same way. We ended up ranting for the rest of the day about the level of frustration and hurt we felt towards it. Then it hit me, we had every right to be angry and hurt and frustrated along with any other emotion we felt because it was personal.

Unlike any other President, Trump is a bigot who resorts to bullying and belittling anyone who challenges him. Everything about his campaign was personal. Him mocking the mentally retarded reporter, him calling Hillary Clinton a nasty woman, him vowing to build a wall to keep out the “rapists and criminal” immigrants, him rating women not on their personality and intellect but rather on their appearance, him bragging about being allowed to grope women simply because of his celebrity status; the list is truly endless, and we would be here all day if I attempted to name every single thing, but you get the point. This man is not respectful by any means. He constantly singles out minority groups and minimizes them. So to know of his policies and of all the things he has done, how can you still support him, yet call yourself my friend? Excuse me, but I think it would be a bit weird if I didn’t get mad.

nah fam

I know what you’re thinking, everyone has a right to their own opinion, and just because you support Trump doesn’t make you racist, sexist, homophobic, etc. And you’re right, it doesn’t. However, it does label you a bystander. Someone who is present at an event or incident yet does not take part of it which in my opinion is worse. Your support shows you see nothing wrong with his bullying and bigotry as long as you’re not the one committing it; that it’s okay to treat people a certain way. This very acceptance of his behavior then leads to other people believing that it’s okay to be prejudice against, bully, and call-out certain groups because after all, our president is doing it, so why not?

To My Trump Supporting Friends Trump

I know this may seem like an attack, and you are probably offended, but my goal here is not to “drag” you. Like I said before, I understand everyone has a right to an opinion, and I respect that, but you supporting Trump is highly offensive. And before you disagree and write me off please just do one thing: be aware. Take a step back from your privilege and truly educate yourself. Watch the “fake” news, read the articles and “alternative” facts, see what he stands for and how his policies and actions are affecting the ones around you. It’s easy for us to ignore certain issues when they do not directly affect us, but that is something that cannot happen. We must “stay woke”, and fight for each other.

Written by Nia Quinn

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Twitter: @NiaQuinn
I started my period at the age of 11. I wasn’t surprised because most of my friends started when they were 10 and it was a few months before my 12th birthday. Nothing much changed except the fact that for about 5 days a month I’d have to go the toilet more often to change my sanitary pads. It wasn’t bad at all I must say, more about my life carried on as usual.

Now fast forward 4 years later, purchase I’m now 14 going on 15 and many things have changed. I now have what is known as DYSMENORRHEA also known as painful periods or menstrual cramps. Many people think menstrual cramps are just little stomach aches. My symptoms included pain in my abdomen/lower pelvis which is the most common symptom. Although, medications I also suffered from the same pain in my lower back and upper thighs. My other symptoms included nausea and vomiting, diarrhea, headache, dizziness, disorientation, fainting, fatigue, hypersensitivity to light and sound. Pretty much every symptom in the books.


My periods now lasted 7-8days and my flow was HEAVY, I would go through a minimum of 8 thick as hell sanitary pads per day. Every month, I would get some cramps in my lower abdomen for a few minutes a day usually in the morning for the two days BEFORE my period. These were like warnings preparing me for the rest. On the first day, I would experience more intense stomach cramps, sometimes on my lower back too. Other first day symptoms included fatigue and dizziness. The second and third day were HELL. I would experience all these symptoms at once. I usually skipped school, stayed in bed and didn’t eat for these two days. Sometimes, my mum would come home from work and try to get me to eat and take a shower which only resulted in me throwing up either from her turning on the lights, the sound of her voice or the food.

My dad would always say to me “You need to get up and go to school… are you the only girl on her period?” until one day when I was forced to church. After church, we went out to get some take out to take home to eat. I ended up fainting in the restaurant and banging my head on a pillar which landed me in a hospital and I ended up being admitted for a day all because I was on my period.


My mum finally took me to a doctor to ask what we could do because all the pain medicines for period cramps clearly weren’t working. When they suggested birth control, my mum was immediately against it saying it wasn’t right for someone my age (16) to be on birth control. The doctor explained that my hormones were clearly all over the place and that the birth control would help to control them and keep them balanced. My mum then decided that I could only get it when I was 18. I suffered for 2 more years and the moment I turned 18 I didn’t hesitate to get a prescription.

Over a year later now and I can’t believe how much I suffered every month for those four years all because I was on my period. My period is now just regular flow and lasts for only 5 days. I know exactly what day it comes on and when it goes. Birth control had no negative side effect on me I could think of and honestly just helps me to be able to live a regular life.


Written by Blessing Osagiede

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