a feeling of knowing I had to do this, but still tittering on the fence of wanting to love a child that was my own. An odd mixture of emotions.
I thought it was going to be less invasive, and less cold with surgical tools. But somehow, taking the pill at home, basically alone(mother in another room) it felt more alone than anything. Almost worse than what I thought it would feel like in a medical office.
It was legal, in the state of California gaining access to an abortion is somewhat easier. But still with limitations, heavy payment, and low access to mental health associates for aftercare.
Benze ntoni abanye abantu xa ukhupha isisu?
I have only shared my abortion story with close friends, my mother and father, and the father of the "child"(who hasn't shared any information with his family, and thats totally understandable).