It’s interesting – almost 40 years ago to the day I had an abortion. I remember when the college nurse said “congratulations you’re pregnant” and I knew immediately there was no way I was going to have this baby and I moved forward with my life with absolutely no regrets ever.
Fast-forward 40 years, I’m looking for a doctor at the age of 61. I have two healthy children and when they asked on the paperwork, how many pregnancies I had had I should’ve listed four, but I listed 3 – my two: kids and my miscarriage and this makes me so angry. That 40 years later I speak openly about my abortion when I am face to face with people, but when I have to mark on a piece of paper , I feel the potential for a sense of shame being imposed on me just for answering a basic medical question and this is not something I want for women.
