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I did it because…
I believed the pregnancy was dangerous to my health, a notion my mother had drummed into my head.
I didn’t know an abortion was more dangerous to my health.
I was sick and tired and poor and car-less and felt helpless to walk away and decide for myself.
I listened as people talked about how I should abort and how foolish it would be not to and I felt defensive and bewildered.
I thought they would return in different bodies and be happier in the long run.
I had been raised in a society that called abortion a medical operation, taking responsibility, and controlling your body. I knew what it really was but the societal attitude that it was right and that not to abort was wrong got to me.
I was fully convinced no one wanted me or my babies, except me, and I no longer saw myself as counting for anything.
I was given an ultimatum: make the call to the clinic by such-a-time-such-and-such-a-date or face probable death by some mysterious thing that was supposed to be wrong with my pregnancy some unknown time in the following months. I didn’t know whether to believe it but on the deadline day as the hours passed I felt more and more scared to get “in trouble” for letting the hour pass. I finally decided that giving in to the pressure was “obedient” and “responsible”.:hypno:
It was early in the morning when my mother drove me there. I was not totally awake and my thought patterns were like a child’s.
A nurse or whatever she was gave me drugs.
My mother held my hand.
I struggled to figure out what I was thinking and how to do something, to stop this, to find the words that would get me out of it or the thoughts that would make it not wrong, as the drugs slowed my mind down more.
It was too late.
If I could go back in time I would walk out the door and never look back if that would be what it took to have my kids. I would live on the street with them if that was what I would have to do.
I believed the pregnancy was dangerous to my health, a notion my mother had drummed into my head.
I didn’t know an abortion was more dangerous to my health.
I was sick and tired and poor and car-less and felt helpless to walk away and decide for myself.
I listened as people talked about how I should abort and how foolish it would be not to and I felt defensive and bewildered.
I thought they would return in different bodies and be happier in the long run.
I had been raised in a society that called abortion a medical operation, taking responsibility, and controlling your body. I knew what it really was but the societal attitude that it was right and that not to abort was wrong got to me.
I was fully convinced no one wanted me or my babies, except me, and I no longer saw myself as counting for anything.
I was given an ultimatum: make the call to the clinic by such-a-time-such-and-such-a-date or face probable death by some mysterious thing that was supposed to be wrong with my pregnancy some unknown time in the following months. I didn’t know whether to believe it but on the deadline day as the hours passed I felt more and more scared to get “in trouble” for letting the hour pass. I finally decided that giving in to the pressure was “obedient” and “responsible”.:hypno:
It was early in the morning when my mother drove me there. I was not totally awake and my thought patterns were like a child’s.
A nurse or whatever she was gave me drugs.
My mother held my hand.
I struggled to figure out what I was thinking and how to do something, to stop this, to find the words that would get me out of it or the thoughts that would make it not wrong, as the drugs slowed my mind down more.
It was too late.
If I could go back in time I would walk out the door and never look back if that would be what it took to have my kids. I would live on the street with them if that was what I would have to do.