I'd had a friend who'd had an illegal abortion in Canada and it had been bloody, horrible, painful, dirty and dangerous, but New York was the only other option and we knew nothing about how to arrange it or where to go. I tried to hide my pregnancy from my lover and sneak off to Windsor anyway, but he found out and he took me to New York. It hurt a lot, physically, but emtionally and mentally it was a burden lifted. I got over the pain quickly, much quicker than I would have the pregnancy had I carried it to term. I've never looked back and never regretted it.

I married my lover three years later and we've had two lovely children since, and one miscarriage. We didn't even consider abortion with those three pregnancies but when I found myself pregnant in 1991, just finishing up my student teaching and 41 years old, we decided once again to take advantage of this blessed law resulting from Roe v. Wade and went to the Center for Choice in Toledo, Ohio. On our way in, a soulful looking woman of about 60 begged me to think of the baby, and I told her to leave me alone and we went in and had our second abortion. It was much less painful physically than the first and identical in its lack of emotional damage. I felt wonderful and have never regretted that one either. My husband and I occasionally remark to each other how lucky we've been and how wise we were in l972 and l991 and I'm thrilled to have this opportunity to add my story to this website. The anti-sex brigade who pretends to love women and children should be ashamed of themselves for peddling guilt where there should be none. "It's a child, not a choice" is so typical of their vile use of language. "It's an embryo, not a child!"