I never thought I'd tell this story, but I want to repay a debt. I stand with PP now, because they stood with me
I didn’t have an abortion because I was raped, or because my life was in danger, or because the fetus was the product of incest. I had an abortion because I had recreational sex, got unintentionally pregnant, and wasn’t ready or willing to be a mother. This is something I haven’t written about before, but there comes a point when staying silent begins to look like shame — and I am not ashamed.
I am, however, scared. I’ve told maybe a dozen people about my abortion, and shared the fact that I was going to write about it with even fewer, because, amazingly, we live in a world where the latter decision represents a greater threat to my health and safety than the former. The fact that writing about an abortion puts me in greater danger than actually having one is unacceptable, and fear is not going to keep me from speaking up anymore. Because I owe Planned Parenthood a debt. Planned Parenthood supported me at a time when I desperately needed it, and I want to support them now.
