Satire On Abortion Research Paper

I HAD AN ABORTION. Do I have your attention?

I have never openly spoken about this before. Mainly because I have been ashamed and I feared the way people would look at me if they knew.

But once I realized that speaking out about my abortion would do more good than harm - I decided I don’t care who knows anymore.

When I was 21 years old, I had an abortion. Yep, little ole me, from a middle class, good Christian family and already a mother to a 3 year old. I didn’t have any medical issues that would’ve prevented me from having a healthy pregnancy. To my knowledge, my baby wasn’t at risk for any abnormalities. I wasn’t raped. I was simply… scared.

I am not saying that what I did was right and I am not saying that I am proud of my decision. Nor,

In fact, one in three women will terminate a pregnancy before the age of 40. That means you work with us. You go to church with us. Your kids have play dates with our kids. You are friends with us. We are your family. We are women you know. We are women you love.

I guarantee that anyone who has made the decision to end a pregnancy did not do it with ease. No one skips happily into a clinic and no one smiles walking out. It is something that we will live with for the rest of our lives. Something that we may never fully work through. Something that we will replay over and over again in our heads, questioning the “what ifs” and the “I wonders.” Something we will never forget as much as we wish we could.

Recently (in response to the upcoming election), I have seen and heard many speak badly on women who have chosen to have an abortion. They call us heartless. They call us repulsive. They call us evil. They even call us whores. But the reality is, none of those words describe us. Although, there is one word they could call us that would accurately fit our description – sinners. Then again, that word could accurately describe them