I haven’t thought about abortion in a long time and this story would have would have been better told three years ago, when we last even considered the possibility of a woman’s uteran (uteral?) rights being called into question in Canada. It would have been better for me to make this case then, but it doesn’t matter; the good guys won and a woman can abort if she needs to, and she is the person who can decide she needs to. It's not an issue people talk about that much here.
But they’re still talking about this in America. There’s this guy named Rick Santorum who says that under no circumstances should a woman be allowed to abort a child, not even in situations where her life, and even the baby’s life would are in jeopardy. People supporting this position say that abortion is murder, and that all life is sacred and to be protected. Anecdotally, I can’t bear this argument because I owe my life to abortion.
Abortion saved my life, or more accurately, I am alive because abortion was an option for my mother.
I have old parents; old enough that when they were thinking of trying to have a child, my mom was already at an age where attempting to have a child would have been risky to both of us, but specifically to me. (I won’t tell you exactly how old, of course, because she raised a gentleman.)
I only did the math recently, and only at that point, being old enough to recognize the risk of birth defects and pre-natal problems my mother opened me up to, did I confront her and ask, jokingly, about the irresponsibility of her decision.
She said she knew, at the time, about what she was getting into, and that she had undergone regular and thorough screenings at every stage of her pregnancy. “We knew that there were risks,” she said “but we kept a watch on it and everything turned out alright.”
“But what if there was something wrong? Would you have terminated me?” I asked
“We never talked about it. We figured we would make that decision if something came up, and it never did.”
“But knowing that abortion was on the table - that you had a way out – would you have started trying if that wasn’t an option?”
My mom says probably not. After that conversation, the debate took on a new light for me. I wouldn’t be alive if my mom didn’t have the option of not having me. Granted, this is anecdotal and a bit of an outlier at that, but there you go. If you claim to be pro-life, you’re actually anti-my life.
Abortion is a choice and choices, controversial or not, allow people the room to make decisions that are best for them. By constraining people to a rigid set of morals that may very well work for you, you bar those people from finding what works for them; sometimes with the exact same results. Abortion kills children? Abortion, or at least its existence and availability, gave my parents a child.