Today is the fortieth anniversary of Roe vs. Wade. Happy anniversary to abortion rights!
Back in late 1998, I thought I'd gotten pregnant. The doctor's office blew me off and gave me an appointment in 1999.
I was pregnant. The Pill had failed.
When you're on psychotropic medications, like I am, that mutates the fetus. Carrying to term is not recommended. That's why a woman who is mentally ill needs to choose between her own health or the baby's; should she become manic, or depressive, she can't take meds or it will endanger the baby.
I'm bipolar. Without my meds, I become depressive first, and then manic. Not only is that not good for me, it's
bad for a child. Imagine a baby crying -- needing food or a diaper change. Then imagine if the mother is unable to function.
I can well imagine that. I've been manic several times, and depressive a lot more.
In 1999, the hospital sent me for a second-trimester abortion at a clinic. The next month, the hospital gave me a tubal ligation... which I'd sought in September 1998, but my doctor refused; my being practical didn't suit him.
In most states right now, I couldn't have that abortion. What sort of child would result?
I'd like all the conservatives to think about that.
They love babies in the womb, but once a child is born, then they're done.