I had one four years ago. I’ve been pro-choice for as long as I can remember and I always will be. That said, it was definitely a lot harder on me than I would have ever been able to imagine. I still think about it, all the time. I don’t think a day has gone by where I haven’t thought about it, if only for a few minutes every day. Some days I deal with it better than others, sometimes I break down and cry like it happened yesterday. Part of this, I think, is because I have endometriosis and I wonder if that may have been my one and only chance. I don’t even know if I want kids right now, or if I will… But I don’t know. I want the choice. Knowing that I might not have one makes it that much harder.
Right after the fact, I kind of don’t feel like I had enough support from the people who knew. I mean… None of them looked down on me, none of them disagreed. But the support that was there was a little too silent. Which, I guess, a part of me understands. It’s not the easiest thing to comfort someone about, for fear you might say the wrong thing. If fear is what stopped people from talking to me though, I wish it hadn’t. To this day, I still don’t know how much it did or didn’t affect my partner. I asked, a lot, especially when I was having a really hard time with it, but… It was never clear to me. Sometimes I felt like it didn’t matter at all to him and I didn’t know how to deal with that. If it was easier for him, I’m glad in a way. But I wish he would have seen how much I was hurting.
I also bled a lot. Too much. I almost had to go to the hospital the day the clots starting coming out. The pain was so horrifying that I actually thought I might be dying. Again, that same day, my partner knew and decided that he wanted to go out with friends instead of staying with me to help. He may not have known what to do, but anything would have been better than nothing.
I don’t know. Unfortunately there are not enough words in our language to accurately convey how abortions make people feel. Women who get them aren’t bad. They aren’t evil. Sometimes, it’s just the right thing to do – regardless of what anyone else thinks. Dealing with how you already feel, plus all of the people that think you’re an evil bitch? Not so easy. The day I went, in fact, they had a bomb scare. It was very surreal, sitting there waiting to be seen, knowing that there are people out there who are so against murder, but so willing to commit it.