My grandmother was born in 1899, the youngest child in a family of 11 children. She herself had only two children, and the first one was born when she was 27 years old. "I don't want to spend my life washing nappies and cooking food," she told my grandfather, and he agreed.
But it was up to my grandmother to figure out how to do it, and in those days a "decent" woman would not go out to buy condoms.
She would stand in line at the local pharmacy and let everyone pass before her until the store was empty. Then she would whisper to the shopkeeper that she wanted condoms.
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