I had an abortion

by Meg

February 9, 2017

I had an abortion.

And not because I was near death and had to save my life.

And not because the baby would have been born sick.

Or with a large tumor.

Or with no arms or legs.

And not because I was raped, by family or otherwise.

And not because I couldn’t find a single way to support the future child.

And not because anyone pressured me into it.

I had an abortion.

Because I just simply wasn’t ready to have a kid.

Because I had only just turned 20 and was trying to figure my future out.

Because I knew the father was not the right person for me or for a child.

Because I knew the “pro-life” picketers outside the abortion clinic were only there to judge me and not to offer me any solutions or non-spiritual support.

Because I wasn’t going to go through 9 months of pain and huge medical bills just to hand the baby away or worse, have it sit in an orphanage or foster care for months, maybe even years.

Because there are too many unloved and alone children in this country, on this continent, in this world.

I had an abortion.

And it was legal. And I feel no shame. And I don’t regret it. And I don’t need forgiveness. And I don’t need to be saved.

 

I had a safe abortion and any woman that needs one should be able to have what I had too.