The Federal Government has recently announced that they are developing an app to track the movements of Australians in a bid to track anyone who has come into contact with COVID-19. At first, this sounds like a fabulous idea. Our prime minister says it will allow us to ease restrictions, returning to some semblance of normal life, and the automation of contact tracing will be crucial to containing the spread of this virus.
When I was 16, I contracted chlamydia via non consensual sex with my then-boyfriend, (trust me, this is going somewhere, its not just a random opportunity to talk about my vag). I had never had sex without a condom because I was petrified of getting pregnant, or – thanks to a childhood of Grim Reaper ad – catching HIV. We were kissing in bed when he announced he didn’t have any condoms left (lies), and I said, well then, we can’t do ‘it’.
Short story short, he just rammed it inside me. It didn’t get all the way in when I pushed him off me and repeated, “I said no.”
Not even a week later I started having a burning sensation when I peed that felt just like a urinary tract infection – so I was sculling Ural from the chemist like there was no tomorrow. Then the charmer cheated on me with a friend of ours, which I noticed because she was wearing a ring that I left beside his bed. We obviously broke up, and one of his female friends told me that he had chlamydia and was refusing to acknowledge or treat it.
My world stopped. I had no idea what that was, but I started worrying it was the burning I was feeling when I went to the toilet. Was it deadly? Could I ever have children? We didn’t have Google, so assuming the worst and not wanting to tell my mum, I made an appointment with the only free doctor, the one at the public hospital.
I was nervous as hell showing someone the inside of my vagina for the first time. I mean, I wasn’t exactly having the kind of sex that came with a map and a head torch – it was an in and out in the dark type of operation.
I always tell people that when someone is vulnerable, the way you treat them will resonate forever. Their vulnerability is like an open wound, and what you put in there will fester, even when the wound is closed. Put clean antiseptic (kindness) and it will close, healthy, and the scar tissue will make them even stronger. Put germs and dirt (judgements and cruelty) and the wound will close, become infected, and one day, they might end up losing a whole limb.
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