My name is Salina, I’m 31, and this is my Essure Story. I had the Essure device implanted about 3 years ago, as a means of sterilization. I was a single mother to an extra special boy in my late twenties, and because of all of the issues my son already had, I thought it to be most fair to myself and my boy to get sterilized; so that I could put all my focus on him. My son is 9 now, and still requires a lot of extra attention; he has some developmental delays–which isn’t easy for a single parent or even a parent in a committed relationship to handle at times. Especially not when they’re not feeling well; which is all I’ve really felt in this last year and half or so. My body is in constant pain, and one or two weeks out of the month (whichever road my reproductive system wants to take that month) are pure pain. I’ll spare you the grisly details, but let me say this: I have a hard time getting out of bed during those times. I have a hard time doing anything. The Essure was supposed to give my family a sense of freedom and security; and instead I have encountered more barriers because of my health. It seems silly, because all of this time, I was looking out for MINE. Doing what I thought and was told was BEST for my family; and instead I have been hurt. The companies that make women’s contraceptives should really take a look at what they are putting in these products before they mass distribute them. Yes I didn’t want any more kids. NO I don’t want a hystorectomy. And it seems like now, that’s what’s in my future. So thanks Essure. Sure you’ve kept me from getting pregnant thus far. But at what cost? To strip me of my femininity, to rob me of things I was born with? To deplete my quality of life and overall general sense of wellbeing? You have hurt my body-but not my spirit. Now if I can just get up out of bed without hurting….