Myrrhine1
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I don't feel remotely comfortable with the judging tone this thread has gone into. But despite that, I feel the need to offer my opinion for some strange reason.
Like Dr. Tiller, I trust women.
I had my abortion four years ago on my birthday. It was a devastating experience and a decision that I do not regret. I've always wanted to be a mother and still do. I didn't choose to get an abortion because I didn't want to have a baby; I chose to get an abortion for many reasons, and the most important pearl of wisdom I got from that experience is that carrying a pregnancy to term is the first and most important decision a parent can make.
Sure, there is adoption. For some people, that works just fine.
I have lived with what some might call a mild disability for most of my life, but I'm really lucky because nobody really sees it and lately I've been mostly fine. I've had GAD and Depression since I was seven years old. At times, I'm highly functional. There have been times in my life where I could not leave my house for two weeks, or get out of bed for more than basic life functions. If not for the ability-access program at my university, I would have been kicked out of my BFA program this year for having a panic attack on presentation day. I've quit jobs on a whim just to prove I had control of my life. I can't count how many times I've self-harmed to establish that sense of control, or how many times I've wished myself out of existence to make the pain stop.
Here's a little of my family history with the illness:
My mom also has had GAD and Depression for most of her life. My dad was diagnosed with Depression a few years ago, but he's probably had it since childhood and has medicated with drugs and alcohol to the detriment of his family.
My oldest brother tried to kill himself when he was 22-23. About the age I was when I had my abortion. He slit his wrists and lost most of his blood. He was in and out of rehab for most of his young adult life. He died when he was 24 in a drunk driving accident. He had Depression for most of his life.
I've never met my other brother, but from what my mom has told me, he's probably also suffered from the illness. I know he's an alcoholic and has been arrested for DUI. My paternal grandfather has also struggled with the illness for many years of his life. He was an alcoholic and used to beat my dad when he was a kid.
Now, four years ago, I was in a horribly abusive relationship, trying to work my way out of a string of horribly abusive relationships (serial monogamy really with BAD BAD taste in people). I was fighting as hard as I possibly could have just to stay afloat, just to keep my job and stay in school. The man I was dating was a recovering alcoholic and addict, a pathological liar (which I sadly didn't recognize until far into the relationship), with Bipolar Disorder and a family history of the illness.
At the time, I barely had the means to take care of myself, let alone the man I was dating and a child. Forget all the genetic possibilities of GAD, Depression, Bipolar Disorder, etc... I could barely take care of myself back then. There were many reasons I made my decision, but I don't regret it. I honestly don't think I would have survived to term.
And for those who are wondering, yes I did get on meds, yes my ex is very very much an ex, and I'm really a lot better now. My fiance is fantastically supportive of me in every way, and we're looking forward to being parents together.
Like Dr. Tiller, I trust women.
I had my abortion four years ago on my birthday. It was a devastating experience and a decision that I do not regret. I've always wanted to be a mother and still do. I didn't choose to get an abortion because I didn't want to have a baby; I chose to get an abortion for many reasons, and the most important pearl of wisdom I got from that experience is that carrying a pregnancy to term is the first and most important decision a parent can make.
Sure, there is adoption. For some people, that works just fine.
I have lived with what some might call a mild disability for most of my life, but I'm really lucky because nobody really sees it and lately I've been mostly fine. I've had GAD and Depression since I was seven years old. At times, I'm highly functional. There have been times in my life where I could not leave my house for two weeks, or get out of bed for more than basic life functions. If not for the ability-access program at my university, I would have been kicked out of my BFA program this year for having a panic attack on presentation day. I've quit jobs on a whim just to prove I had control of my life. I can't count how many times I've self-harmed to establish that sense of control, or how many times I've wished myself out of existence to make the pain stop.
Here's a little of my family history with the illness:
My mom also has had GAD and Depression for most of her life. My dad was diagnosed with Depression a few years ago, but he's probably had it since childhood and has medicated with drugs and alcohol to the detriment of his family.
My oldest brother tried to kill himself when he was 22-23. About the age I was when I had my abortion. He slit his wrists and lost most of his blood. He was in and out of rehab for most of his young adult life. He died when he was 24 in a drunk driving accident. He had Depression for most of his life.
I've never met my other brother, but from what my mom has told me, he's probably also suffered from the illness. I know he's an alcoholic and has been arrested for DUI. My paternal grandfather has also struggled with the illness for many years of his life. He was an alcoholic and used to beat my dad when he was a kid.
Now, four years ago, I was in a horribly abusive relationship, trying to work my way out of a string of horribly abusive relationships (serial monogamy really with BAD BAD taste in people). I was fighting as hard as I possibly could have just to stay afloat, just to keep my job and stay in school. The man I was dating was a recovering alcoholic and addict, a pathological liar (which I sadly didn't recognize until far into the relationship), with Bipolar Disorder and a family history of the illness.
At the time, I barely had the means to take care of myself, let alone the man I was dating and a child. Forget all the genetic possibilities of GAD, Depression, Bipolar Disorder, etc... I could barely take care of myself back then. There were many reasons I made my decision, but I don't regret it. I honestly don't think I would have survived to term.
And for those who are wondering, yes I did get on meds, yes my ex is very very much an ex, and I'm really a lot better now. My fiance is fantastically supportive of me in every way, and we're looking forward to being parents together.
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