One Monday morning, the year 1993, I had an abortion. It happened to be the year anniversary of Roe vs. Wade. I had a boyfriend of two years at the time, but we were both young and certainly not ready for a family. I belonged to Kaiser and they sent me to a clinic, for I chose to have an abortion.
I remember waiting 3 hours until someone finally took me in for the procedure, because it was so busy. The experience was less than pleasant, for I became violently ill when I awoke( which, I heard, was very common). The nurses were nice enough and when I was ready to leave, my boyfriend, mom and sister were waiting for me.
I remember feeling extremely emotional afterward, which is understandable. However, as I was exiting the clinic, still woozy from the medication and procedure, I noticed there were protesters yelling at us and throwing things. My boyfriend quickly got me in the car, for he was worried what may have happened next.
I am aware that the Freedom Access to Clinic legislation passed and I am glad that not many people will experience what I did( or would like to think so). I am not even close to being sorry for having the right to choose. Granted, I had an awful experience, and I regret that. This will never dissuade me from ever having to choose. Why the government should have any involvement with what a woman should want to do with her body is absurd.
if and when I have children, and they are female, I would always want them to have a choice like I did.
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