In 2017 I chose to terminate my 3rd pregnancy. I already had two children who needed me, an underpaying job and an abusive partner. There was no space in my life to provide enough love and care for another.
Now, flash forward to 2020, I am a medical assistant for an abortion provider. I often share my story with women who want to talk. I tell them my way of processing my abortion. I remember that the universe presented its energy as potential life in my womb. It was okay that it was the wrong time. Energy is never destroyed. Any potential beauty that little formation of cells had, will forever be presenting itself in other ways in the universe. It’s still with me, still part of me. And it’s beginning to feel okay.
I never felt moral guilt for my choice, however I was emotionally bullied for my choice by my partner at the time. And of course subject to the anti choice rhetoric, labeling me selfish and irresponsible.
We need to talk about abortion. Normalize abortion. Educate. Women need society to move to support them.
