I text him back: “I’m pregnant.” I immediately turn off my phone and shove it back into my coat pocket before giving him a chance to respond.
As a liberal, pro-life feminist, I’ve been made to feel disempowered and voiceless in the fight for reproductive healthcare. This is my attempt to re-claim that voice.
I chose to tell my son about my abortion because I wanted him to know that despite what he may hear in the media, church, from politicians in our incredibly conservative Southern state in which we live, that abortion isn’t a bad word.
I was always pro-choice, but before this experience I was wishy-washy about late-term abortion – even with my adjacent medical knowledge.