Today I think I’ll take a shower, fix my hair and go get an abortion, just because I can. I might get knee replacement surgery tomorrow. Maybe Thursday is a good day for a mammogram. Followed by a trip to the dentist.
I’m reading posts about how people feel about abortion and I’m lost. I can’t get an abortion today because I’m not pregnant. I can’t get my knees replaced because they are going to be fine for a few more years, so that elective surgery will remain in my future.
The elective and convenient minor surgery known as abortion is one I think of with great fondness. I THANKED the doctors at Planned Parenthood for performing it.
I understand it’s an emotional and touchy subject for many, and I will read every story that you care to share. But here’s a perspective that gets no attention: the fact that it is a safe, legal and minor medical procedure.
I know those words are not filled with any empathy for the women who undergo the safe, legal, minor medical procedure. Because I don’t know them. I can only say that, after undergoing a safe, legal medical procedure that I hope they feel cared for in terms of aftercare for a safe, legal medical procedure. Planned Parenthood and any decent OB-GYN makes sure a patient has follow up because they are doctors and they are doing there jobs, albeit in some cases with bullet proof vests on as they walk from their cars into their workplace to perform a safe, legal and minor medical procedure.
I’m probably one of the few people who will confront the great debate in this manner, and it is because I have had a few abortions. They were all great, in terms of a safe and legal medical procedure. My second one was at the clinic just outside of Boston where the staff had been murdered by a mentally unstable person who walked in with an assault rifle and killed the receptionists and others. So, y’know, I had to have a code name before I could go in the door for my safe, legal abortion. I had to be scanned for weapons. I had to go through a metal detector. My partner was not allowed to be with me. I felt like a criminal, which is exactly what the pro-life nut jobs want. They want you to feel debased and criminalized. They want you to be scared. Can I say thank you to the brave women who work at that clinic, which was moved after it became a true murder scene, for providing this safe and legal medical procedure?
My third abortion was met with typical ugliness by the protestors outside of Planned Parenthood, who are very savvy about exactly how close they can legally get to you as they jeer at you. Really? You are standing in the freezing cold and sleet to scream at me while I pursue a safe and legal and minor medical procedure? Don’t you know any children you could be reading to? Couldn’t you be volunteering in the schools? Is this really the best use of your time?
Also, I could have been going there to get a pap smear. But NOOO! I am a horrible fertile woman who is killing the baby through my wanton womb! If heaven is populated by those assholes, hell will be my preferred afterlife destination.
I yelled back at them. Of course. This is what I am talking about: my rights were being restricted by a mob of idiots who know nothing about me, nor what the safe and legal minor surgery meant in terms of MY health and welfare.
Now is the time for the great reveal: why is it that I have had three abortions? You know what? It’s none of your business. But I speak freely about them anyway because I am not ashamed nor was I ever confused when I got my abortions.
I have friends who are intellectually and emotionally grappling with the issue of abortion, as it pertains to their idea of morality and religion and faith. And life. The most interesting conversations I have on this subject are with people who struggle with their moral opposition to abortion and their basic love for humanity and social justice. They speak with a moral conviction that the shooters and the protesters could only hope, or pray, to find. They think it through and admit that they have reservations. But they also understand that it is a safe and legal medical procedure, and a decision made between a woman and a doctor.
I never wavered when I chose. My circumstances are unique, as is everyone’s circumstance. Abortion should not have to be justified in the court of public opinion. And that is sort of the whole thing. I am tired of war stories being accepted from the front lines when it is a safe and legal medical procedure. I am tired of the war against choice, and I’m about ready to fight back.
I welcome your comments, your stories and your opinions..