Women want, and deserve, to make their own choices.
There are myriad reasons why a woman has the right to choose which I couldn’t possibly begin to list here.
I was raised a Protestant fundamentalist during the 1960’s and the evils of abortion were never mentioned.
“I have nothing to give the child. How can I return to school? I am a woman with a bad reputation. I have no future. I cannot go to study anymore. I am a woman without a future.”
I did not want to be pregnant and definitely did not want a child. I felt no ambiguity or uncertainty about this. What I felt was determined.
I remember the panic in her voice when Sophie told me her period was late... 2 months late.
Meaningful access to abortion includes affordability, health care coverage, and physical access or proximity to a provider.
I do not thank my Mama for not aborting me anymore than I blame her for the miscarriage she had when I was in the 2nd grade. Another healthy baby girl joined our family years after and she has our Mama’s eyes.
In fact I believed, more so than ever, that it takes immeasurable courage and compassion, strength and caring, to choose to have a child—and equal amounts of the same to choose not to have a child.
I wish pro-lifers pushing new Texas laws understood: Hearing my little girl's heartbeat would have been unbearable.
Military families not only bear the full burden of costs for abortion care but, in some circumstances, are also actively blocked from receiving it even with out-of-pocket funds.
This piece is my story about my journey to choice.
Consider this post home base for our weekend-long series!
As part of the 31 Days of Unity campaign, the Feminist Majority Foundation will host #AbortionMatters, a blog carnival. We're hoping you submit!