Abortion’s Arguments: Pro-Abortionists in their own words, part 2 of 3

Herein, we continue, from part 1, allowing Pro-Abortionists to speak for themselves.

The following article was written by “Dana L.,” who was bold enough to murder her very own human baby but not bold enough to divulge her last name, is entitled “The GOP Forced Me to Have an Abortion.”
We instantly realize that this sad person cannot even come to grips with a decision that she most certainly made. She referred to her “unwanted abortion,” that she was “forced” to have. Lesson to be learned (and popularize by a bumper sticker) if you do not want an abortion—don’t have one.

This, mind you, is even while she admits that she got pregnant by purposefully having sex while she “failed” to utilize contraception. Still, in her own mind, she and her husband are not to blame but who is? President George W. Bush, conservative politics, the FDA top brass, health-care practitioners, doctors, the ob-gyn, the internist and the religion that has been allowed to seep into American politics. In other words: everyone except the two people who performed the act of sexual union in an irresponsible manner (by their own admission). Of course, if there is nothing wrong with abortion then, why is anyone to blame?

She also makes some odd admissions about her ignorance of common knowledge issues such as finding “an abortion provider.” We are supposed to believe in the year 2006 AD and with internet access she simply did not know where to turn and found out on the spot that “Planned Parenthood…performed abortions.”

Dana L. [“…a lawyer and writer living in Virginia. Out of concern for her family’s privacy, she requested that her last name not be published”], “The GOP Forced Me to Have an Abortion,” The Washington Post, July 8, 2006 AD:

By fighting against Plan B and other emergency contraception, President Bush left me with no choice but to have an unwanted abortion. The conservative politics of the Bush administration forced me to have an abortion I didn’t want. Well, not literally, but let me explain.

I am a 42-year-old happily married mother of two elementary-schoolers. My husband and I both work, and like many couples, we’re starved for time together. One Thursday evening this past March, we managed to snag some rare couple time and, in a sudden rush of passion, I failed to insert my diaphragm.

The next morning, after getting my kids off to school, I called my ob/gyn to get a prescription for Plan B, the emergency contraceptive pill that can prevent a pregnancy – but only if taken within 72 hours of intercourse. As we’re both in our forties, my husband and I had considered our family complete, and we weren’t planning to have another child, which is why, as a rule, we use contraception. I wanted to make sure that our momentary lapse didn’t result in a pregnancy.

The receptionist, however, informed me that my doctor did not prescribe Plan B. No reason given. Neither did my internist. The midwifery practice I had used could prescribe it, but not over the phone, and there were no more open appointments for the day. The weekend – and the end of the 72-hour window – was approaching.

But I needed to meet my kids’ school bus and, as I was pretty much out of options – short of soliciting random Virginia doctors out of the phone book – I figured I’d take my chances and hope for the best. After all, I’m 42. Isn’t it likely my eggs are overripe, anyway? I thought so, especially since my best friend from college has been experiencing agonizing infertility problems at this age.

Weeks later, the two drugstore pregnancy tests I took told a different story. Positive. I couldn’t believe it. …I knew that Plan B, which could have prevented it, was supposed to have been available over the counter by now. But I also remembered hearing that conservative politics have held up its approval.

[the FDA top brass…health-care practitioners…doctors…the ob-gyn…my internist]

In any event, they were also partly responsible for why I was stuck that Friday, and why I was ultimately forced to confront the decision to terminate my third pregnancy.

After making the decision with my husband, I was plunged into an even murkier world – that of finding an abortion provider. If information on Plan B was hard to come by, and practitioners were evasive on emergency contraception, trying to get information on how to abort a pregnancy in 2006 is an even more Byzantine experience.

Finally, I decided to check the Planned Parenthood Web site to see whether its clinics performed abortions. They did, but I learned that if I had the abortion in Virginia, the procedure would take two days because of a mandatory 24-hour waiting period, which requires that you go in first for a day of counseling and then wait a day to think things over before returning to have the abortion. Because of work and the children, I couldn’t afford two days off, so I opted to have the procedure done on a Saturday in downtown D.C. while my husband took the kids to the Smithsonian.

…if religion hadn’t been allowed to seep into American politics the way it has, I wouldn’t even be there. This all could have been stopped way before this baby was conceived if they had just let me have that damn pill.

…It was a decision I am sorry I had to make. It was awful, painful, sickening. But I feel that this administration gave me practically no choice but to have an unwanted abortion because the way it has politicized religion made it well-nigh impossible for me to get emergency contraception that would have prevented the pregnancy in the first place.