There is absolutely no way I can even talk about this as if it doesn’t personally concern me, even though I’m at least 30 years past my time for worrying about pregnancy.
I still remember years when women’s jobs were listed separately in the newspaper. Women could be any kind of typist. Men could be everything else. When reliable contraception was impossible because a lot of it hadn’t been invented. We fought a lonely battle to retain control over our bodies.
We won that battle. I was sure we won, didn’t we? I mean, after all, there are LAWS about this, aren’t there? Didn’t Roe V. Wade put an end to getting abortions in a back room?
I remember illegal (because there were no LEGAL) abortions performed with chlorine bleach, coat hangers, and turkey basters. When sepsis or perforation of your uterus was not an unusual price to end a pregnancy. As likely as not, these ended in death for the fetus and mom. When young women, unable to obtain an abortion threw themselves off bridges rather than have an unwanted baby, or tried to abort themselves, with terminal results for mother and child.
Despite conservative brainwashing, having an abortion was and is not a sign of maternal irresponsibility or being anti-life. It’s making a choice to have a good life when the alternative is bleak. This frenzy has been going on for my entire life. I’m 74 and women have been fighting this battle since before I was born.
Women have abortions for all kinds of reasons, including a desire to be something other than a mother. Maybe a mother, but more. Physical health. The welfare of living children. The basic need to survive. A career that leaves no time to properly care for a child. Seeking a career that makes it possible to bear and raise children in a life that is not one of squalor.
Meanwhile, the same moronic men who won’t get a vaccination are doing their utmost to stop a woman’s access to abortion. The worst part of the “pro-life” movement is that these same people care nothing about what kind of life this not-yet-can survive. Squalor is fine, abortion or birth control isn’t.
The laws they are passing are not pro-life, but they are absolutely ANTI-WOMAN.
Getting women back to their position of subjugation so old white men can own the world. They already control most of its assets, so let’s finally get those pesky women back where they belong.
It has always been about that.
Many women my age went through an abortion. Were we happy about it? No, but we weighed our options, then did what we felt was best. For us.
The most significant gains in personal freedom woman managed to win are deeply at risk. If we do not stand together and vote united, we will lose it all.
I never imagined this battle would need to be fought and re-fought. I remember my friends looking for someone to perform an abortion, terrified of the consequences, but even more terrified of what their lives would become should they be required to go full term with pregnancy.
I am many years past child-bearing. This is about women. Whether or not we are equal to men — and if we have the right to decide what happens or is done to our bodies.
If there is a right to life involved, how about the right of women to have a good life and bear the number of children we want from none to many?
No one ever WANTS an abortion, but sometimes, you need one.
No woman should be forced to bear children. This is a position I have held since I was very young and before I’d ever had sex. I will go out of this world still believing it.
If you have never had a uterus, as a person who will never carry or bear a child — or even be held responsible for those you had a part in creating, what right have you to speak on this?
I had an abortion. It wasn’t a “real” abortion because it was too early to even be sure there was a fetus. I had a husband in the hospital with cancer, a very young child, the early buds of a possible career, and issues in the marriage that would later end with divorce. There was no way we could survive a new baby, emotionally or financially.
I am horrified by these people and their cruelty. Disgusted, revolted and sickened. I do not care who knows it.