| Popis: |
I’ll take us back to 40 years ago when I was 25. I was living in Chicago in an apartment with my husband and my toddler of about a year old. We had a birth control failure—my diaphragm slipped. At first I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I want to emphasize this because in so much of the antiabortion rhetoric there is the characterization of the woman or the girl as lunging for a choice and as not quite in charge of her own fate. Really, if my experience is any guide, that’s not true—or not always true. When I realized I was pregnant, my husband and I talked. He was very adamant that we could not have afforded and could not make room in our lives for another baby then. I was uncertain and wavering. |
