I just read an article on Cosmopolitan.com about a mother telling her daughters about her abortion back when it was illegal. It struck a nerve with me because I’ve had one, and aside from my sister, no one in my family knows about it. (You’ve read about how my parents reacted to me dating a dad – imagine how they’d react if they found out I’ve had an abortion!) I feel like the way my communication with my parents now makes me know what kind of relationship I want with my future children, and especially so if I have daughters (or even with my bf’s daughter). I want honest, open communication that will come from a place of love and no judgement – I want that with my own mother, but since that isn’t going to happen, I will be that kind of a mother to my children and future step-child.
Anyway, here’s my abortion story – so common, yet still important as to why I’m pro-choice.
I had just turned 28 and started dating my last boyfriend, although he wasn’t yet my boyfriend. We’d slept together a couple times – drunkenly – and used protection, but there was one night where we couldn’t find the condom after. I didn’t really think anything of it, and had been waiting for my period to come back before I started the pill again. Weeks later my period still didn’t show up and I was sleeping all the time and my boobs got bigger and I realized I should probably go get a pregnancy test. I was literally on the floor of the apartment I shared with my sister and said, “I think I should get a pregnancy test. Want to come with me?” So off we went.
I remember thinking at the time that I didn’t understand why all pregnancy tests are sold in multiples – I couldn’t find just one test, I had to buy two! The moment I took the test, I realized why – you want to make sure your eyes don’t deceive you and to get the same result again, especially since the stick immediately showed that I was indeed pregnant. I freaked out – getting knocked up by accident had at the time been my worst nightmare come true – and I called the guy. He came over and took us to dessert, and made it clear he wanted me to keep it (he was 7 years older than me), but that he would support me in whatever I wanted to do. I decided not to make any decisions until I’d been to see a doctor, even though I was leaning towards abortion.
The doctor confirmed I was pregnant, and that I was 8 weeks along. She also gave me a clinic to go to, so I made the appointment. The relationship was too new – and I knew that I didn’t know if I wanted the responsibility of being parent yet, especially with a guy I had just started dating.
The procedure itself was not fun. They put me under, so thankfully I didn’t feel anything. The worst part that day was probably being in the recovery room after, with women being wheeled out crying. I went home and took it easy. Three days later, there was a lot of blood and I called the clinic. They told me to return the next day, and it turns out they – as gross and terrible as this sounds – didn’t get “all of it”. So I had to go through it again, only this time I’d had breakfast so I couldn’t go under. They numbed the area and I could hear everything that went on, and as they wheeled me out my body was just shaking and my teeth were chattering, though I wasn’t cold. It was awful. Thankfully, there were no further complications and I went on with my life.
The guy and I dated for about 6 more months until we broke up (he’s actually the asshole ex boyfriend I mentioned in the draft email to my parents), and to this day, although I would never wish an abortion on the person I hate most in the world, I am grateful to not be tied to that particular ex, and grateful I had the choice to do what was right for me.
The one thing I wish I could have done differently is if I could have talked to my mom about it, and have her support through it. There is no way I can tell her, though. It will remain a secret between us, and that is my biggest regret.