Merf. Thinking is Hard.: teclita: When I was at a mental hospital (long story, but this isn’t...

When I was at a mental hospital (long story, but this isn’t about me, not really) I shared a room with three other girls. One of them had had an abortion. She slept next to me and we often talked until the nurse came to “wake us up.” We were separated by a wooden panel, but it was so thin we kept waking each other up. She screamed, sometimes. She’s the only person I’ve ever met who actually woke up screaming and throwing punches. One time she hit me while I was trying to calm her down.

She told me how much she missed what had been inside her. She told me so many things I didn’t know people, women, go through.

I just want you to understand that she was in a terrible state. Not crazy, not “gone,” just terribly, scarily depressed. Yet… she didn’t regret having the abortion.

She’d thought so much before going through with it, but definitely didn’t want to give a baby the life she’d had. And giving the baby up for adoption meant almost the same. I don’t know how it is in the States, but that’s how it is in my country. Besides, she couldn’t go through with the pregnancy. She already had to work and study… and she was in high-school.

If you think women who get an abortion don’t think it through or don’t feel guilty afterwards for what may even be considered terminating a bunch of cells, think again.

I have another friend who got pregnant really young and thought about having an abortion. She thought about it, she had to. She told me, after, that she just wanted it to be her choice and she’d choosen.

My niece is the loveliest toddler in the whole world.

Pro-choice means pro-choice. It means I trust a person to know if they’re ready to have a child, to make the decision and be responsible about it. It means I think life should be respected. It means I think every child deserves to be loved and choosen by his/her parents.

People fill their mouths talking about pro-life. I’d love to know if any of them has volunteered a single day at an orphanage or a NGO organized daycare, because I have. I love babies, I love children. It breaks my heart to see so many of them hurt, neglected and ignored, and I’ve only heard about the ones left at home, alone, without people watching over them, without someone to make sure they are happy.

I don’t understand how anyone who loves children (the only non-religious argument I’ve ever heard) could be anything but pro-choice. I don’t understand how anyone, in their right mind, can be anything but pro-choice.