The old saying is “3rd time’s a charm!”.
Doesn’t feel like that at all. I’ve had 3 abortions. None of them were with any support, not even my husband. But now, I’m ready to come clean.
First was in 2013. My kid were 1.5 years and 9 months old. My birth control failed and the condom broke. I felt backed into a corner with no escape otherwise. I walked into the clinic alone and went through it alone. My husband waited in the car with our youngest. I cried myself to sleep after taking the second set of pills.
Second was 2015. My IUD had fallen out, unbeknownst to me. This time, I had one amazing friend who offered to drive me to the clinic and help me through it. She even took on protestors for me so I could get in and out safely. However, I still went through the process alone yet again when I took the second set of pills at home.
Third was at the beginning of the pandemic, 2020. I missed pills due to a health issue, and this was my fault. I knew the choice I had to make. This time, I opened up even more. My 19 year old niece drove me to the clinic, got me food, and let me unload my feelings. But I still felt shame when I took the second set of pills at home.
Now, I’m finally ready to share my story. I don’t want any other human to have to hide in shame for something that’s a valid option.
