Reproductive Health

“I have turned into someone I don’t recognise, someone who falls into fits of rage over the slightest things, who is so irritable and self-centred,

I went on the contraceptive pill when I was 17 without knowing much about what it would do to my body. I’d see my friends pull out the plastic packets du

New research suggests there may be hope on the horizon for people who suffer with long-term endometriosis pain, with studies indicating that a prostate can

Sabrina* is a pharmacist in her early 30s living in Hertfordshire. She has endometriosis and has been on the NHS waiting list to see a gynaecologist for en

Maria is in her late 20s and living with endometriosis. She is now working on a PhD on the history of the disease, and exploration of patient experiences w

It’s hard to imagine what it would feel like to have the lining of your womb deliberately injured. But many women who populate the #TTC (trying to concei

If you’re trying to get pregnant, or even planning to try to get pregnant, you might make the assumption that being ‘super-fertile’ is a good thing.

Fertility treatment is increasingly expensive and inaccessible for many. NHS treatment in England is dictated by a postcode lottery and cuts to funding (to

Emma Jane Unsworth is an award-winning novelist and screenwriter whose novel Animals is now a major motion picture. In her first nonfiction work, After The

Welcome to Refinery29’s Fertility Diaries, where people chronicle their joyous, painful, and sometimes complicated paths to parenthood. Have your ow

Years ago, acupuncture was seen mostly as a fringe-y alternative therapy that your one hippie aunt always raved about. But today, the practice is gaining w

Morning sickness is often the very sign a woman is pregnant. While there’s still debate within the medical community about the exact cause of morning sic

In March 2018, I finished 18 months of treatment for a brain tumour – including surgery, radiotherapy, and 12 cycles of chemotherapy. In March 2019, I’

It’s Monday morning and I’m standing in the street, frantically texting my husband. “I think our car’s been stolen,” I type. “Are y