After my first abortion, I didn’t go on birth control
because I wasn’t seeing anyone and I didn’t see the point. A couple of years later I started seeing
someone, and became pregnant again (no condom.
Yes, stupid.) I told the father
and he told me he was supportive of whatever decision I made. I didn’t hesitate. It is still amazing to me that through the
years, though I’ve been willing to sacrifice a lot of things for a man, and
though I’ve avoided confrontation with others by being passive-aggressive, I’ve
always, always been able to stand firm when it came to my reproductive
choices. It’s not even difficult for
me.
The father accompanied me and I went and got my abortion, by
the same wonderful woman, Dr. Susan Wicklund.
And this time when the nurse asked me at my follow-up visit if I was
interested in a birth control pill, I said yes.
I don’t regret either of my abortions. I couldn’t imagine being tied to either of
those men in any way. I grew up positive
I didn’t want to have kids, which probably fueled my pro-choice slant from
early on, and I only changed my mind when I met someone who somehow made me
believe I could be a mother, who just took it for granted I could be a good
mother, when I’d always seen myself as someone who’d be terrible at and who
would also hate it.
