So at long last Ireland is going to hold a referendum on their abortion laws. on saturday thousands of pro-choice campaigners march in Dublin to peacefully demonstrate for the up coming referendum. Being part Irish , a woman and of Pro-choice way of thinking , it filled me with a sense of pride and admiration. Hell if the was anyway of being with them and matching , I would have been. But being heavily pregnant and not being able to fly , i watch and read about it from the comfort of my sofa.
As the law stands now abortion is illegal , unless the mother’s life is in danger. It gives the unborn child the same rights as the mother. If you are found having or having had an illegal abortion, you can face up to 14 years in jail. with this thousands of woman are travel abroad to terminate unplanned pregnancies, knowing the only other way of dealing with it are the iligal back street abortions or living with the shame of bring a baby in to the world , unplanned and unwanted.
I am as i said part irish , a mix of southern and north an . I was bought up in a very strict catholic household. Sex outside married was frowned upon and children out side was seen as a sin. This was a view that seemed to be the view of people on the whole. But it was also well-known that you could go abroad or to Doris down the road to have it ‘taken care of ‘ . I was to young to understand what this meant , but as I got older I was taught at my very posh and very strict school , not only what abortion was but that it was the worst sin, anyone who did was going straight to hell and would be punished everyday for the rest of your lives! So I kind of grew up to say that I was pro-life and that I hated the idea of abortion.
How ever when I reached my teens and I rebelled , I was kicked out of school for fighting and fell in with a bad crowd . by the age of 15 I was having sex with both males and females . So it came as no big shock that just after I turned 16 I found out I was pregnant. terrified I told my sister , who broke it to my mother. I remember her storming in to my room and calling me a dirty little whore and did I have any idea of the shame this would bring on her and my sisters. I was told I would be ‘doing the sensible thing’ and days later I was frog match to the GP and then my mother made me walking in and tell the doctor a pack of lies that went ‘ I had me drunk and some boy forced him self on me , that I did not want to be a mother and that it was making me have suicidal thoughts’. The GP got out his little forms and signed a slip and handed some leaflets to my mum . She drove me home telling me I had to call and get it all set up as soon as I got in. I got an appointment at a place called preterm in London 2 days later. I had to go on my own and it is one of the most vile things I have ever done . I was seen by a woman , who did a few test and then I had to have a ultra sound scan , I which I saw my baby . The woman who did said yes 15 weeks , nice and high, good pregnancy. I was then marched in to another room where they phoned round ‘clinics’ to find a spot for my to have it taken care of as quickly as it could. The nearest clince that could see me with in 2 weeks was in Essex. appointment made and out the door. No offer of counseling or any hint of help.
5 days later at 6.45 am I was put on a train to London with my sisters and then the tube to Essex. when I arrived I was told that my sisters could not stay with me and that I need to go and get ready. I climbed in to my night-shirt , put my panties with a big sentry towel on them under my pillow . I was taken in to a cold operating room, with nurses and a doctor in masks told mt to hop on the table. a needle went in to my arm, ,y legs hoisted up and then the was just black. I woke after what seemed like ages, in pain, confused and frightened. I heard sobs, I felt myself shake and felt the arm of a fellow patient go round me. the sobs were coming from me. things are hazy after that. I remember peeing and nearly passing out in pain, my sisters some how getting me on the tube, being force-fed burgerking fries and coke, and then being woken up at my home town. but the worst part of all was my daddy picking me up and the look on his face. My mother had not told him what had been going on , that his baby girl was pregnant and having a termination. But she had told him after we were safely on are way and it nearly killed him. I wad left broken, lost and it took me months to even begin to come to terms with what I did. My sister bee got me to go to the gp for help, and after therapy and time I got through it .
But even after what I went through and how much pain it put me through, I believe it was the right thing for me to do for me. I was too young , too nieve , and totally unprepared for that. I thought and still think that the needs to be more support and help offered . But the whole experience changed my out look from pro-life and pro-choice. I read and learnt about what abortion was like when it was not done professionally. The horror stories and deaths where heart breaking sickening.
So my fellow Irish peeps, please think hard about this referendum . abortion is some that will happen whether legal or illegal . It should not be seen as a shameful act , it should not be hidden away and it is not a sin. No woman should have to go through with it and have to travel 100’s of miles or risk death to have one. So I ask you to all vote to change the law and save lives!
Pixie x x x x