A hasty word on why someone else’s abortion has nothing to do with you.
It is a choice to accept those choices different than yours.
Up until recently, my ultimate goal in life was to become a mother. From a young age, I always felt strongly that should I get pregnant, regardless of my situation, I wouldn’t have an abortion — I would figure it out, no matter what I had to sacrifice. I felt too scared that might be my only chance of having a child.
There’s no way of knowing if this is how I would have felt for sure since I’ve never been pregnant. I certainly don’t know if I would have felt this way had I gotten pregnant by rape, if I were in an abusive relationship, if I was 13 years old, if I were an addict, if it would risk my health, if I would have to pay to give birth, if I didn’t have accepting parents, if I was offered nothing in terms of support, childcare, healthcare, education — if I had grown up in America.
My point here is that, even with this strong inclination toward what I would choose personally, I have never felt the desire to impose my choices on somebody else. I have supported friends through their pregnancies as I have supported them through abortions. What I feel attached to, personally and emotionally, has absolutely nothing to do with anybody else, and their choices have nothing to…
