it was 1980 and i was 29 years old. the thought of roe v wade being overturned or messed with at all horrifies me. i remember girls in high school whispering about knitting needles and “knowing someone” who would help you with your “problem”. how can we possibly go back to those days? i am sick and tired of grown men trying to tell women what they should do with their bodies and how they should feel about it. they don’t have a clue what a woman feels.

also, i have never felt regret for what i did. it needed to be done and it was in a very safe, sterile, and caring environment.