I’m caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. Essentially I think I’m still pro-life, but I’ve learned, from harsh first-hand experience that having a baby doesn’t make one an instant June or Ward Cleaver. Heck, I’d settle for Marge and Homer Simpson.
Ironically, I have to say that you saved the baby from living the way so many others (like myself) have had to endure; made to feel guilty for being born because our ‘parents’ would remind us, one way or another, that they weren’t ready for kids.
I wish my mother was able to have an abortion, or had the decency to give me up for adoption. That would have been better, failing the first option. I was born in the mid 1960’s, before abortion was as accessible as it is today. However, had my biological mother informed her doctor that the guy she got pregnant with was an abusive louse, he might have arranged a ‘theraputic abortion’ and then she could have walked away from the creep.
I read something in the newspaper a few days ago, that there is now a form of PERMANENT BIRTH CONTROL. I hope this permanent contraception is made available to women in abusive relationships.
Thank you for the honest essay.
I used to be one of the people at the front of abortion clinics shouting “MURDER” , back in the 80’s . I was young and foolish at the time. Pro-life people mean well, but they go through life wearing rose colored glasses. Laura Ingalls, running, carefree through a meadow. Everything is hunky-dory. Unfortunately, life has proven that sometimes abortion isn’t so much an EVIL as the LESSER of two evils; the worst of the two is having children under a sense of obligation and reminding the poor kid of that OBLIGATION every other day of their lives.