I’ve been meaning to post this for a while, but was uncertain if I was ready for the flurry of spam/ hate mail that tends to accompany these kind of posts. One of today’s PostSecrets changed my mind.
I’m pro-choice. Not because I know what my decision would or would not be if I were in an unfortunate situation, but because to my mind, it is the most acceptable. I’ve seen so many women in unfortunate situations – some who decide to keep the baby, some who don’t. I just always hope that somebody tells them that the decision should be theirs and theirs alone.
These signs are prominent everywhere in South Africa these days:
I saw this sign on the way to ice cream with Friend. I mentioned how these adverts make me angry because the backstreet abortions are so dangerous. Friend said one of the wisest things I have ever heard:
It is not the people who advertise these things that make me angry. It’s the people who promise hell and damnation such that women are too scared and ashamed to go to a proper hospital or clinic. They are the people who ensure the survival of backstreet abortions.
I agree. I know abortion is such a tender issue, and I realise that underlying factors leading to unwanted pregnancies must be addressed sufficiently. There is nothing pleasant to me in the thought of a demised foetus. But even worse is women who feel forced to visit an unaccredited, dirty place to get rid of her shame. Places that don’t offer sufficient physical care, nevermind psychological care.
Life is tough. Oh, we humans like judging. We judge others and ourselves so harshly, and while some say it aides in the forward moving of society, it very often hinders too.
I wish the city administration would tear down all of these advertisements. I don’t want those young girls, whom I see in my daily work, to go under some inexperienced hands.
P.S: If you were wondering… this is the PostSecret that inspired this post.
Feel free to disagree and debate with me. If you keep it clean, it won’t be deleted.