My Right to Life
by Sara Livermore
I grew up in an abusive environment, and by the time I was in high school, I had no self-esteem, and no adult figures I could trust who really cared about guiding me or keeping me safe. It’s no wonder that I ended up in a relationship with an abusive older man. I had two abortions with him before I was 19. A few years later, I was married to another man. I would go on to college, and we would go on to have three healthy children.
When people talk about the right of fetuses to live, I wonder about the right of a young person to her own life. I also want to show them my three kids, who *would not have been born* if I had went ahead with my first two pregnancies. It’s true, every decision we make affects the ones going forward, sometimes in a bad way, often in a good way. Each woman and family should have the right to make their own destiny.
by Leni Ventura
I had a LEGAL abortion in 1968 at the age of 16, after I was raped. I was only able to get the abortion legally because I had been seeing a psychologist, and I begged him for help. I don’t know what kind of strings he had to pull, but I will be eternally grateful to him for his support. I got NO support from my family. My mother even called me a liar about being raped, although I had a witness. I also had several friends who obtained abortions; one of them going as far as Japan to obtain it. Others had to go out of state or to back-street abortionists. I have NEVER EVER regretted my decision, or shed a tear over it. Too many women have died or been physically maimed because of abortions being illegal. We can’t go back to that again.
The law forced me to see a psychiatrist first, as if I had a mental disorder.
My doctor asked if I had let "the boy" know I was pregnant. "My husband?", I asked? "The boy.", replied the doctor.
"Are you referring to my husband?"
"Look, you know how it works. There was a boy involved."
How rude of the doctor to not acknowledge I became pregnant by my husband.
My doctor tried every way he could to get me to tell him the personal details behind my circumstance and decision, as if he was somehow authorized to pass judgment.
People used to spread the belief that every woman having an abortion would years later suffer horrific pain at what she had done. It’s been 41 years and I haven’t had that happen yet. I’d make the same decision today.
My aborting procedure took place with skilled personnel in a clean, modern hospital, with full staff to watch over me afterward. Not all women have that option. That’s sad. And deadly.
People telling me I murdered a person seems odd to me. I mean, little impregnated clumps are sloughed off by a woman’s body naturally all the time, and no one holds a funeral over the toilet bowl each month, just in case the egg was fertilized.
People tell me I’m going to hell for having an abortion. People tell me I’m going to hell for (years later) having artificial insemination from a donor. People tell me a lot of silly things. It seems more related to their need to control than caring about my life.
Oh, I didn’t tell more than a few people. I haven’t, to this day. Then, when asked on this request for stories I saw an option to keep my name anonymous – that did it. I’m out. I had an abortion. And I just changed my answer to that question.
I don’t feel shame, only pity that people can’t share more about their lives because of church biddies with waggling tongues.
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