In 1962, my mother was going thru a divorce, got pregnant and knew this fact would be used to deny her divorce (they used to do that, in case you didnât know). Â
My mother was given a âshotâ; she lived 3 blocks from the doctor.  He never told her what it was, likely an âoverdoseâ of progesterone, which is how they used to âinduce menstruationâ in a hurry (i.e. abortion off the books).  She was about 7-8 weeks by her estimation.  He said, GO STRAIGHT HOME, go to bed and stay there.  She walked fast, but nearly collapsed at the curb and my grandmother went out to guide her into the house.  She went to bed, stayed there and bled steadily and heavily for 3-4 days.  She said it was like being very very sick, headaches, nausea, vomiting⌠and then, gone. Â
She never let me forget this and took me to my first NARAL meeting when I was 15 yrs old. Â And here I am today, in my 50sâand I still remember my grandmotherâs scary account; my mother swaying, literally, at the curb, and nearly falling, under the strength of that one shot. Â
How did she get the doctor to do it? She told him, âIf you donât, I will do it myselfââand if you knew my mother, you knew she meant it. Â She would have. Â After all, lots of women she knew had. Â
This is what they want to take us all back to, the fucking middle ages. Â Please remember. Â
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