New York Magazine’s feature this month presents 26 stories of abortion from across the country. Three of the anecdotes really struck me. I present them without comment:
Tennessee, 2011 and 2013
My husband and I were having financial problems and were considering separating. I just had to shut my conscience down. The doctor was grotesque. He whistled show tunes. I could hear the vacuum sucking out the fetus alongside his whistling. …
In the waiting room, there was a dead silence that’s hard to describe. Everyone was holding in her emotions to a heartbreaking degree. Truly pro-life people should go light on the judgment, because shame motivates abortions.
Although I always thought it was a woman’s right to choose, I honestly thought if I got pregnant I’d find a way to make it work. All that changed. My boyfriend terrorized me. At some point, I decided it was safer to have him in my life than cut him out. But when I got pregnant, I knew right away I didn’t want a lifelong connection to that person.
When I went to the clinic, there were protesters with awful, very graphic signs. I felt their judgment.
I didn’t want my boyfriend to be there. I was nervous. I did have an attachment to this thing you couldn’t even physically hold. I’d think about what kind of amazing life a kid deserves and feel upset I wouldn’t be able to provide that. The worst part was with my boyfriend. Afterward, he wanted to have sex, but I said, “No, it still hurts,” but he didn’t care. He was my first. I found out the person I loved wasn’t a good person.