In the conflict surrounding the right to access abortion as part of reproductive health, we and the antis tend to stand at opposite ends of the spectrum ~ whatever the spectrum is. You know, they say “never,” we say “Anytime.” If they say “Murder,” we say “Health care…” and of course we’re right, I’m not saying we’re wrong, but…
The ever-widening gap in our thinking is probably not so helpful. I don’t want to end up like the antis on the sidewalk.
The other day, a companion tried to explain to Mary that the client almost died during the birth of their last child, that the baby had barely survived, that the doctors said she couldn’t survive another pregnancy. Mary’s response was “Have you thought about adoption??”
Seriously. The risk of being an extremist is that you lose touch with reality and can’t hear anything except what you want to hear.
So when the antis rant at the clients, “Don’t do it~ you’ll be sorry ~ you’ll regret it the rest of your life ~ you’ll never get over it…” I say, “Most women experience relief and happiness after abortion.”
Notice I say, “most” because that’s not everyone’s experience. Some women do experience regret and sadness and may or may not carry that sadness for a long time. Some of them end up on the anti side of the sidewalk, trying to deal with their own pain by telling their story over and over. They don’t actually wear sackcloth and ashes, but the principle is the same.
As a therapist (yeah, mental health) I am more interested in the people who don’t do so well than I am in the ones who are happy and relieved. And that’s what today’s post was going to be about.
Only I didn’t finish the reading I need to do for it yet. Much less finish writing it.
So this is an advertisement for coming features. Sorry. Stay tuned.