![]() He was the adult in my life who I trusted-but he wasn’t my parent and therefore couldn’t consent. ![]() He loaned me money for the abortion and drove me to Connecticut, where I could obtain the medical care I needed free from courtroom stigma and shame. Outside the abortion clinic, a handful of people bundled in scarves and hats stood in the parking lot with signs that said “abortion is murder.” A woman approached me, her hand extended with a pamphlet. “Don’t go in there.”īob shielded me from the protestors with his body. Then we were inside.Ī counselor reviewed the different options. “Are you sure you want to have an abortion?” “Have you considered the options besides abortion?” she asked me, when we were alone. I’d wanted to pretend that the abortion was something happening to me, not something I was choosing, but she waited until I told her I was sure. I’m no longer ashamed or embarrassed of my abortion. Because I got access to the care I needed, I was able to continue my education and eventually graduate from Yale Law School. ![]() I am, however, ashamed and embarrassed that the Massachusetts law still exists.
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