Whil
e the actions of Mike Ellis and Mary Lazich, in ramming the forced ultrasound bill through the state Senate, were disgusting, the true effect of this horrendous bill is even worse. This will greatly affect women who have to come face to face with this choice and the roadblocks that the uneducated big Government republicans have put into place are helping no one.
To bring us a woman's perspective,
Heather Rayne has graciously chosen to share her deeply personal story with all of us.
While this is Heather's personal story, this could be anyone's. It could your friend, co-workers, sisters, cousins story also. Let's keep that in mind before we judge those who have had to face this decision!
Here are Heather's words, unedited:
I
have been writing for many years now. And I have never been one to really hold
back. I have written about
anxiety, depression, legal issues, drug use - plenty of personal matters most
would hide away and not speak about publicly. Those who read my stuff probably
think they know pretty much everything about me. And while they know a lot -
there are certain things I have left reticent. With much fear and hesitation, I
am about to disclose one of them.
This
week, our state lawmakers are furthering their draconian agenda by taking on
the issue of abortion while voting on budget items. How whether or not a woman
decides to proceed with a pregnancy is budget related is beyond me. And I just wish
they would come out and say it: "Hey! The "people" who donate to
our campaigns, help keep us elected and may be our future employers do not
approve of abortion. So, we are going to dismantle these rights one quiet,
sneaky step at a time so the general public doesn't even notice." These
actions by our legislators have prompted me to speak out. SOMEone needs to be
honest here.
I
wasn't raped nor was I a victim of incest. My life was not in danger, not any
more than the average woman anyway. And I was not merely a child. But I did
have an abortion.
I
knew I was pregnant right away. I had the same sick feeling and constant
vomiting that I had with each new birth control pill I had tried. Pack after
pack - literally right down the toilet. I was petrified and uninsured. I went to
Planned Parenthood for a pregnancy test. A fear I never before experienced suddenly
became a reality. The test was positive. I walked home in the dead heat of summer,
throwing up on the way, in a complete haze.
I
was in a very unhealthy place. No money, a dysfunctional relationship and a
number of bad habits all helped make up the pile of shit I called life. Even
though I attempted to imagine adding a child to my world and as much as I had
delusions that a baby could fix everything - I was ultimately smart enough to
know better.
My
boyfriend didn't seem to have much difficulty coming to his conclusion.
"We can NOT have a baby right now," were the exact words. Even though
I knew he was right, it was still a jagged knife cloaked in rejection and
horror. He hated me, I just knew it. And he was afraid. I had the power to ruin
the carefree life he so enjoyed. But believe me, it was not a power I would
wish on anyone.
I found out that I
was only 4 weeks along and had to wait another week before scheduling the procedure.
It may as well have been an eternity. I
was disgusted with
myself. I was a smart, young woman and my irresponsibility was embarrassing.
I was careless, period. It was my body and I could lay the blame on nobody else.
The week was filled with sickness, shame and fear.
Typically,
when a woman considers the option of abortion, she does not do so with a grain
of salt. Even when there is complete certainty, what-ifs and doubts can weave
in like a cancer. This is not a choice made lightly. And it is not a life
moment simply forgotten.
Senator
Mary Lazich stated that in the 60’s, having an abortion was thee thing to do;
that you almost HAD to have one to be a woman. Not only is this insulting but
it is a flat out fairy tale. She couldn’t appear more disconnected if she
tried.
I
had been warned about protesters but never expected the mob that was there to
greet me. Brochures, banners and signs with pictures of fetuses lined the
sidewalk. Men, women and children were shouting and dramatically “praying”.
“Murderer!
Murderer! Murderer!” Was screamed into
my face over and over until the clinic staff was able to safely help me
inside.
Once
I had been extensively counseled and had everything explained to me, I went
back to the waiting room for what seemed like an additional week. I couldn't
believe it was happening. I couldn't believe I was there. Me. The last person
I knew to even have sex. I
waited until I was almost 19. I was by no means a "slut". And I was with that boyfriend for 3 years. A couple of years later and
there I was - a loser, a whore, a murderer.
My legs were in the stirrups and
I was offered headphones to wear so that I didn't have to hear what was
happening - as if that would be enough to throw me into denial. A nurse stood
behind me and held my hand while I went through an intensely uncomfortable and
heartbreaking procedure.
On the drive home I
felt as though I had just had a lobotomy. I stared out
of the window and did not speak. I hated him for letting me go through with it.
I hated myself for even being in that position. But that hate faded the more I
realized that I had made the best decision possible at the time. You see, a
person can have feelings of regret with even the best of decisions.
I had always been
pro-choice. I wasn't raised religiously so I didn't have that brand of stigma.
But I thought I was better than that. I was smarter. I wasn't like those other chics.
Except…I was.
I have read that
about 40% of women have an abortion at some point in their lives. Even if it is
only half of that - that is still a shit load of people who are told to hate
themselves.
It is certainly not
something of which to be proud. It is not a topic for the dinner table or
drinks with friends. It is a personal, sensitive issue. But it does exist. It
is indeed prevalent.
And I do not want to perpetuate this punishment of shame by keeping silent and
pretending it only happens to other women.
Those who devote
their lives to condemning people
like me feel the need to punish and demean. And this new legislation mandating
ultrasounds for abortion patients
is yet one more lash on the back of the already wounded. And what is worse, it
is being done under the pathetic guise of patient interest.
You see, you cannot
punish a woman for this decision. If a woman cares enough to feel guilt, she already does. If punishment would
mean anything, you can bet she is
already punishing herself. And if she is one of those women to whom it
really doesn't bother all that much - signs,
blow-horns and
ultrasounds will certainly not make an changing impression.
These anti-choice
legislators want women in this position to see the fetus before going through
with a termination. They want the technician to describe what is on the screen.
They want to make sure that she will be disciplined with mental images for the
rest of her life. At best, this is mean-spirited.
At worst, this is evil.
Senator Lazich says
that women do not fully understand what they are doing without an ultrasound
and full description of the “baby” in her womb. Boy she sure thinks we are
idiots, doesn’t she? While this choice may come with subsequent guilt and
sadness – I can assure you it does not come with confusion. Any woman going in
for that procedure knows EXACTLY what the outcome will be.
The
clinic did perform an ultrasound on me. However, the screen was turned away and
not a word was spoken. I assume that was out of compassion and respect. I did
not have to see any images. Yet, all of these years later, I still have moments
of guilt and fear and shame. Had I seen the image, I cannot be sure it wouldn't
have sent me into a complete downward spiral. Either way, the decision would have
remained the same and I am absolutely positive it was the right thing to do,
for me.
I
am now a wife, a mother, a daughter, a friend, an aunt, a volunteer, an animal
lover, a writer. I help whenever I can help. I love with all of my heart. Hell,
I don't even kill spiders. I am just like your neighbor, your friend, your
sister, your mother. Abortion is not
reserved for the invisible or the criminal or the oddities of society. When you
call a woman a murderer for having made this decision, you are likely also
referring to someone you care about.
Abortions
are not to be celebrated. No one is PRO abortion. No woman wants to have one
and no woman treats it like a trip to the mall. It is one of the most difficult
decisions a person can make; a decision that should have NOTHING to do with
government, policy or legality. It is one made with tears, difficulty and dare
I say, bravery.
I
had an abortion and I am no monster. And regardless of my choices in life, no
one - NO ONE - has the right or reason to make any sort of mandate on my body.
There
are many arguments as to why these anti-abortion bills are perverse. And there
are plenty of smart people publishing stories, articles and blogs outlining
those arguments. I am simply telling my story
so that others know they do not deserve to be shamed for a choice they have
made and that they have a voice just as loud as any other.
Having
an abortion didn't take away our dignity or our humanity. And I will be damned
if I will sit by quietly while the government tries to do just that.