The Not So Grand and Kind of Silly Story of My Abortion. (Anon please)
So, right at the beginning of this fall semester, going into my fourth and final year of my degree, I took a quick gander down to the Option clinic (Option for sexual health clinics are what we have here in my province in Canada) I was only expecting it to be short visit to get a pap and switch contraceptives. My breasts at the time where being really sore and my period was late but nothing really added up in my head, I just thought it was just me winding up for the impending shark week. I got a pregnancy test done at the clinic anyways though. And surprise surprise! It came back positive. I was 5 weeks pregnant and not pleased at all. Although thank god for being in Canada where abortions are free and you only have to pay a small fee (80$). The nurse was so nice and gave me all the info. I then spent a small fortune on a long distance call to my parents and I made a appointment for two days later. The “cell clump” was in it’s early stages so I got to get a medical abortion instead of a surgical one. One problem… I feint at the sight of needles, and the sight of blood. (I’m just so fragile and feminine!) So, I go to the blood tests the next day and promptly pass out.Twice.
And here’s where things get kind of silly.
The Nurse then writes me down as unfit for needles (a medical abortion is done by 2 injections) So when I head back up to the clinic the Doctor walks in with a glass of orange juice. She took the medication out of both the needles and pours them into the orange juice. I then proceeded to drink the most delicious abortion ever. I literally drank abort-juice. I thought it quite amusing. So then I proceeded to go through the most physically painful two days ever. The pills that make you bleed out the fetus and it’s bloody wrappings also give you the maddest cramps ever and then the heaviest and longest lasting flow ever. In the end buying the larges granny pads ever and re-buying all my ruined pretty underwear cost more than the actual procedure.
So moral of the story, not all abortions are scary and horrible and traumatizing and difficult, mine was easy, emotionally painless and I feel no guilt or shame or anything. Pregnancy is something that happened to me and I dealt with it as I saw fit. Also, a womans body and what she does with it is no business to anyone but herself, especially not the penis who’s only contribution to the whole thing was it’s sperm.
P.S. Sleep with as many men as you want, fuck all of them if you wish. No shame. And everyone deserves safe free abortions no matter how many penises they’ve slept with.