I started having pretty bad pain in my twenties related to sex. I was a student with Olive Garden insurance and my only option at the time was the health center on campus. I had ok care--but every time I went in I would see a new provider with very little experience in women's health. I finally saved up money to go to gynecologist. The man I saw, was cold--he didn't listen to me, he dismissed my concerns and fear and told me that the pain was in my head, or that maybe I just didn't like my partner (now husband). I left that appointment feeling defeated and crazy. I had to go into work and pull myself together. I did not do a good job because my boss instantly recognized that I was not ok. She pulled me to the side, and immediately I began to cry and opened up to her about my problems. She listened to me--comforted me and then sent me to her provider at Planned Parenthood. I thought I wouldn't be able to afford it and feared having to go through another demoralizing experience, but she assured me that everything would be better. She was right, I qualified for financial assistance and the nurse practitioner I saw talked with me for over an hour. She listened to me, she documented the pain I described, and she came up with a plan to help address my needs and concerns. I wasn't diagnosed that afternoon, but she began the long process of assessing whether I had endometriosis (which I do have). The compassion, the quality care, and support from Planned Parenthood empowered me to reclaim my health and my voice. I owe Planned Parenthood everything.