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Carolina was 15 and, unlike the vast majority of teenagers who come to see me, she actually spoke to me in normal words and sentences rather than in grunts and shrugs. I had seen her on several occasions with minor problems, but this time she came in wanting to talk about going on the pill. She didn’t have a boyfriend but some of her friends were having sex. She didn’t feel ready to have sex yet but wanted to make sure that if anything unexpected did happen that she would be protected. She understood all about sexually transmitted infections and knew how important it was to use condoms. She had also looked up online all about the pill and how it worked. I suggested that she spoke to her mum about this but Carolina told me that her mum was a strict Catholic and she couldn’t talk to her about sex. We had a long chat and she decided that she was going to take the prescription for the pill away with her and then have a think about things before potentially cashing it in for the tablets themselves. I remember thinking to myself that if I ever have a teenage daughter, I hope she can talk as openly and honestly about sex as Carolina.

A month later I got an angry phone call: ‘Dr Daniels, it is Carolina’s mother here. I was just wondering if you could tell me the age of consent in this country.’

‘It’s, erm, 16.’

‘In that case, why have I found a prescription for the contraceptive pill under the bed of my 15-year-old daughter? It’s got your signature on it.’

It was an awkward moment. My first reaction was to ask what she was thinking looking under her daughter’s bed. Surely that must be the first rule of having a teenager. Don’t look under their beds, as you’ll only find something you don’t want to know about! Carolina’s mum was furious. It was a shame, really, as she came to see me fairly often herself and we actually got on quite well. She was one of those really grateful patients who always thanked me profusely even when I hadn’t really done much. She was Polish and I romanticise that in Poland they have an old-fashioned respect and admiration for their doctors long since vanished in the UK. The problem was that alongside the old-fashioned value of respecting doctors was the old-fashioned value of expecting your teenage daughter to keep her virginity until her wedding night.

The rules on prescribing the pill to minors are fairly clear. Girls under 16 can go on the pill without their parents’ permission. They must have capacity, which basically means that they are able to understand the decision they are making and the pros and cons. As the doctor, I am supposed to encourage the girl to speak to her parents but if I think she will have sex anyway it is recommended that the doctor prescribe her the pill. This was contested in 1983 by a Catholic mother called Victoria Gillick. She didn’t want her underage daughters being given the pill without her permission. She lost the case. Interestingly, although under-16s can make their own decisions about treatments that they want, they can’t refuse treatment. For example, if a 15-year-old has appendicitis and needs to be operated on but she or he declines surgery, the parents can overrule the decision.

For me, prescribing the pill for 15-year-olds is something that I do fairly frequently. Some people feel that as a GP prescribing the pill, I’m encouraging underage sex. As far as I’m concerned, teenagers are influenced by friends, music, TV and magazines. They’re not influenced by slightly geeky 30-year-old doctors with bad hair and Marks and Spencer’s trousers. She might later regret having her first sexual experience too young, but she’ll be more damaged by having an abortion or a baby. The decisions are much harder if the girl is 14 or 13 or if the boyfriend is much older. It is such a grey area. If Carolina had a boyfriend who was 16 or 17, I guess that would be okay. What if he was 20 or 25? When do I break confidentiality and call the police or social services? These sorts of issues are difficult to judge but faced by GPs every day. I imagine that doctors who have strong religious convictions or those who have teenage daughters themselves may view the whole issue very differently from me.

Back to Carolina’s angry mum. I was a bit stuck. I wanted to tell her how sensible her daughter was and that the very fact that the prescription hadn’t been cashed in demonstrated her maturity. The problem was that I owed Carolina her confidentiality and couldn’t really say anything to mum at all other than to explain that I was within the law to prescribe her daughter the pill. I did sympathise with Carolina’s mum. Although I remember feeling very grown up at 15, it is pretty young really. I wasn’t having sex at 15 but that wasn’t by choice. My combination of bad skin, unfashionable clothes and a disabling tendency to blush and then stammer awkward nonsense whenever within about 15 yards of a girl, meant that I didn’t lose my virginity until my late teens. Perhaps my opinions will change in the future, but at the moment I sort of feel that at around that age teenagers will want to be having sex. They will probably make mistakes and have experiences they regret, but if my teenage-girl patients can get into their twenties without getting pregnant or becoming riddled with venereal disease, then I’m probably doing a good job.