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Inspired by that bumper sticker someone posted that if 'Mary were pro-choice, there would be no Christmas!' :eyes:
Anyway. I have never had an abortion. I was never unmarried, pregnant, or alone. When I got married, we CHOSE to have children (see that you RW assholes, I'm pro-choice and have kids)...
Anyway. When pregnant with my son, some abnormalities surfaced and I needed to have additional testing. It looked as though he was going to have Down Syndrome. We went for genetic testing and decided to get an amnio in case the baby had some other physical ailments that would prevent my having him naturally instead of via C-section, like I did his sister. During genetic testing, we discovered that my husband is a carrier for Tay-Sachs. A vile, vile disease that takes a child's life by age 4 but not before rendering him or her blind, deaf, you name it.
I decided at that moment that if the baby had Tay-Sachs, I would have an abortion. I couldn't watch my little child die...I just don't have it in me to do so. I'm not strong enough.
I also decided that whatever else was wrong, I wouldn't have an abortion. I could well handle a child with Down Syndrome or some other genetic abnormality.
Turns out, my son didn't have anything wrong with him...so no abortion.
When I was teaching high school in the 80's, at a Catholic High School, no less, in a very rethug area of CT, one of my female students approached me and asked if she could come over to my apartment that night and talk. I said sure because at the time, I was young and had a pretty much open door policy with the kids...heck I even took in two of them who had been tossed into the streets.
The girl arrives and proceeds to tell me that she is pregnant. Boy is not willing to help with anything. Parents don't know. She HAS to abort the baby. I talked to her for a long time that night trying to get her think through all angles of the situation and what other outcomes might be explored.
She said her parents would disown her and she would be penniless and heartless.
She then asked me for a ride to the clinic and $200 to pay for the procedure. Now, let me tell you, $200 on a Catholic High School teacher's salary is a boatload of money, but I drove her to the clinic, paid for the procedure and drove her to a friend's for the rest of the weekend.
I know in my deeply Christian heart that I did the right thing by helping that child. I have no regrets. I didn't even at the time, although I knew at the time if anyone found out, I would be without a job.
So, there's my story. Not a big deal, I guess. But to her, it was huge.
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