allthishappened:

bookling-stormborn:

panasonicyouth:

prettybeingme:

I have read a lot of pro choice arguments today and I have to say the “If abortion becomes illegal women will do it anyway but they will have unsafe back alley abortions and possible die from it” argument is the most hilarious so far.

If someone decides to shove a coat hanger up their vagina to kill a baby then I could care less if she died too. Why should I give a fuck if you bleed to death or get an infection and die from killing a baby? I don’t. Maybe, if all of the women who thought it was too much trouble to keep their legs closed or too much trouble to carry the unwanted baby to term then give it up for adoption all gave themselves back alley coat hangar jobs the world would be rid of baby killers? Sounds good to me.

Riddle me this, Batman. If an unborn baby isn’t alive then how come it can die in the womb? 

I don’t give a shit what your religion is, murder is wrong. 

Have any of you pro-choicers even bothered to find out for yourself how an abortion is done or what an aborted baby looks like? It’s horrendous. You wouldn’t do that to anyone walking or talking today but you’d do it to your own fucking baby simply because it isn’t born yet and you don’t want to be responsible for something you got yourself into?

Oh, I hear the outbursts now…But what if it was rape? You have to live the rest of your life knowing you were raped and no abortion is going to make you forget that awfulness and somehow your selfish ass still can’t manage to keep that fucking baby alive long enough to pop it out and tell the hospital you don’t fucking want it? Really?

I do not hope to change any pro-choicers opinion on this because you are all selfish assholes that believe in abolishing innocent lives so you can continue living uninterrupted because you feel you are so self entitled to throw away your responsibilities a.k.a dismembered dead fetus’ in a fucking trash bag.

And by the way, if abortion becomes illegal and women are using coat hangars again that will indeed be me you hear applauding as you bleed to death and rid the country of all the self centered murderous bitches. :) Have a nice day

Edit because I don’t know how to respond to the comments here:

What’s that pro choicers? You don’t like it when I treat you with the same disdain that you treat unwanted pregnancies? How does it feel that I wouldn’t mind if your life was snuffed out just like millions of unborn babies? OH, don’t like it? Too bad, deal with it. You get what you give <3

I just want to demonstrate one key point out of this garbage. (Thank you, anon, for sending this to me.)

Pro-lifers generally are not pro-life. As this woman demonstrates quite clearly, she only cares about unborn life. She clearly does not care about the lives of people who are already alive.

Her own political belief is a disgusting lie. Well, her own beliefs are just downright disgusting, too, but seriously. Never have I seen this spelled out so clearly!

And that’s all I’ve got to say on this revolting person.

“And by the way, if abortion becomes illegal and women are using coat hangars again that will indeed be me you hear applauding as you bleed to death and rid the country of all the self centered murderous bitches.”

Pro-life, ladies and gentlemen. Someone who calls themselves pro-LIFE is willing to applaud the death of others and thinks they know who deserves to live or die.

“self-centered murderous bitches”

(Source: prettybeingme)

my-abortion-story:

“I don’t know who I am.

I had an abortion when I was seventeen and miscarried when I was nineteen.  I used to “abortion pill”.  The only thing it saved me from was the public ridicule of a hospital.  I know this because after my supposed miscarriage they preformed a medical abortion to remove anything that was left inside me.  I don’t think I was properly informed about the abortion pill.  My boyfriend (at the time) and I went to the clinic to find out I had to go get my blood taken and come back the following week.  The abortion was his idea in the first place.  I was a senior top girl cheerleading, meaning if I continued to gain weight surely, they wouldn’t be able to lift me anymore.  I had no friends.  I had to tell my mother so that she would sign the form for me.  After getting my blood drawn we came back.  MY boyfriend, mother and I entered the waiting room.  My name was called so we went up the stairs to another room.  There we had to pay and sign the papers.  My mother started crying and said she wasn’t sure she could do it.  I told her I’d sign for her, that no one would see.  I signed.  As I was walking to return the paper to the clerk my boyfriend grabbed my hand and whispered to me, “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”  I looked back at him with such anguish that I suppose he understood what needed to happen.  His let my hand slide out of his then put his head down.  He knew what we needed to do he just didn’t have the courage for it.  Neither did I.  But I love him and my mother so very much, I knew this was what was best for them.  So I went in, did the paper work, got the information, the counseling, and the four pills.  I was to take, one there, two when I’m home, and one the other day.  I thought nothing of it because all they told me is that I’d get a cramp or two and everything would be fine.  I woke up in the middle of the night soaked in blood, crying in pain.  My sheets were covered in blood.  I could hardly breathe.  This lasted for about an hour then it started to fade.  My cycle was normal for six months.  Two months after the abortion though, I found out that my boyfriend had been sleeping with who I considered to be my best friend.  He could come to see me when I was getting sick over the pill because he was parked in the woods with her.  It still hurts to talk about.  Oh my god, it hurts so bad.  Two years later I found out that despite my birth control I was pregnant, again, with twins.  I panicced again but before I could decide what was best the same thing that happened with the pill happened in the car with two of my friends on the way to Florida.  When I returned home I got the surgery and my parents had me get this form of birth control that the doctor implants into your arm.  It lasts for three years.  I’m still healing from all of this.  I don’t know who I am.  I don’t know who to love.  Was is all my fault?  Did I do the right thing?  Would my boyfriend have stayed with me if I had the baby?  Mother says I’m a disapponintment.  Father says I am a walking scarlet letter to my family, and myself.  What do I say?  I wish I knew.”

I saw that this post didn’t have any notes so I figured I would add my thoughts, in case the person who submitted this is reading.

If your boyfriend was already cheating on you when you had your abortion, he’s a shithead and probably wouldn’t have stayed with you if you had had the baby. And even if he had, he doesn’t sound like the kind of guy you’d want to have around for the rest of your life.

I wish your parents were more supportive. There is nothing shameful about what you did. I hope you find some peace and are able to move forward. And I know it’s easy to feel guilty, but the miscarriage was NOT your fault.

rabbleprochoice:

I received this in my inbox and only recently got around to reading it.

You should all read it.

First off, I have to say I love your blog. I have learned more in the past couple months of following then in the past 2 decades. I’d prefer to stay anonymous, seeing as my screen name is fairly unique and as well I’d like to respect my mothers privacy, especially since very few in my family know about this.
 
This is a response to the “What if you were aborted” post, figured I’d share since I’ve pretty much come as close to being aborted as possible without actually being aborted.
 
I’m one of 6 siblings, and we grew up pretty harsh. Little food, medical care was sparse at best (Unless we were bleeding to death, we never saw a doctor), and even basic at home education and hygiene were neglected (I was never shown how to brush my teeth, tie a show, I didn’t even know about brushing until high school). My mother had my two elders by choices, but because of life changes could not afford to take of a third. That’s me. At this point money was so tight she barely sought medical help, and quickly came to the decision to get an abortion. My father made this very hard for her. Knowing my father, he shamed her, more then likely abused her physically, and also made sure that the whole family knew what was going on.
 
It came close to the due date, and mother, desperate to end the pregnancy, took it into her own hands. I don’t know the details, I didn’t find out till I was 16, after I had been legally emancipated, and got a hold of my medical records from my mother. Amongst the records was a letter detailing the death of a female child, hours before I was born. I asked my mother, and she denied knowing anything. After some investigating, I found the doctor that performed my birthing. She told me that my mother had attempted ending her own pregnancy, and something went wrong. She didn’t know she was pregnant with twins. My grandfather found her and rushed to her to the hospital, where they c-sectioned and delivered me, treated my mother, and took what would would have been my sister.
 
You can imagine the pain and hurt I was experiencing. I became abhorrently pro life, I ex-communicated from my mother entirely (To whom I never had a good relationship with anyways, but she was still my mother), and just began to shame her. After a while, some soul searching if you will, my stance switched over to pro-choice. I could never force a decision onto another person, but I never forgave my mother. Circumstances came that I was injured, lost my job, and became homeless. My mother took me in when she found out. I still never talked to her, in my mind I was always thinking she never wanted me, why does she pretend now. Things changed and when I could get out on my own again, I did.
 
I began reading your blog, and learned a number of things I just refused to face because of the pain it would resurface. I called my grandfather, and he told me how my mother was scared. She didn’t want to give up her child, but could not raise it with what they were making. My birth financially put our family in a death spiral, one which my mother couldn’t recover from, and my father refuse to even acknowledge. She began drinking, my fathers abuse became worse. She went on and had 3 more children, afraid of abortion, afraid of what would happen if she even mentioned otherwise having the kids.
 
I mulled it over for a while, I have one child, whom I love. We can take care of him well, we are doing fine. A second would be all but impossible to take care of, and I’m not even sure my wife could handle the pregnancy. I had a moment of clarity, and called my mother. I forgave, I apologized, but more then that, I acknowledged her love for me. Abortion is not a act of hate, of disinterest. It is an act of compassion in many cases. While I may have missed out on what are now the best times of my life, I understand she didn’t do it because she hated me. She was afraid, and the last thing she needed was another form of control and abuse. I know now it was not me who wrecked the family, I made it tough, but it was the hate and control of the other men/women in her life, that refused to let her make her own decision, one I could now agree with. While I may never know my twin sister, I know she wasn’t murdered. And if she was, it was because of anti-choice. My grandfather called!
 , and said my mother stopped drinking after her conversation with me, and is now really trying to live. She’s gonna visit her grandson here soon, and I’m gonna give her the support she’s been needing this whole time.
 
Just thought I would share that, for all those assholes who argue “What if you were aborted, how would you feel.”

If I may first say “Holy Shit.”

Thank you so much for sharing your story. I’m so glad I was able to help you and I wish you nothing but the best.

Love,

Rabble