i grew up in a home surrounded by mental illness. i knew i didn’t have the skills or the gene pool for parenthood, but i got married to a manipulative man and we got pregnant twice.

once while living abroad and i had the procedure in a barely legal, back-alley clinic. once in the us, where i was treated with dignity and respect. the marriage didn’t last, but my certainty that no one should have to go through what i did the first time did. keep it safe. keep it legal.