I feel pretty strongly about this.
I am anti-abortion. It’s a terrible, terrible thing. Of course I don’t like abortion. Who the fuck likes abortion?
I am, however, PRO CHOICE. I support a woman’s right to make that horribly painful decision if her life depends on the decision, or if the pregnancy was a result of a rape, or for whatever other reason she might have. My heart goes out to any woman who has to make that decision, because I think most people share my feeling that abortion is not something to celebrate. It is, however, an option that needs to be available to women.
When I went to church, my sunday school teacher told us about a friend of hers who got an abortion because the pregnancy was timed wrong, and then immediately following the abortion got pregnant again. My teacher’s point was that the woman was terrible for killing her child for such a trivial reason, knowing that she would have another child several months later. Since then, I’ve given it a lot of thought. I’ve come up with many possible reasons that woman might have had an abortion. But really, what I’ve concluded in the five years since then, is that it’s NONE OF MY FUCKING BUSINESS. Maybe the woman would have lost her job or stopped taking college classes or something, but it doesn’t even matter because it wasn’t my body. And frankly, I’ve become more and more disgusted at my sunday school teacher, who chose to share the intimate details of her friend’s painful and personal decision with a class of 13 year old children, rather than comfort a woman who had just lost a child.
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