Humber Health
I was sitting in the waiting room of my college health clinic around 2004. It was full, not a spare chair, all of us, women. A boy busted through the entrance in a way that alerted us to the fact that he didn’t have an appointment. He hesitated, seeing us all there waiting for the doctor. Did he recognize our anxiety in that moment? Had he anticipated the solemn room full of women he was walking into? He paused, so he may have. Then he remembered why he was there, his friends waiting in the hall laughing. He straightened, set his gaze on the bowl full of condoms and did what he came to do; grab a large handful. My college experience was different than his.
