For most of my (short) pregnancy I sat at home, cocooned in a blanket on the couch. My days were as follows; Wake up, get dressed while trying not to puke, force myself to eat something, go to class, come home, eat again, cocoon, go to bed as early as justifiable, repeat. I felt like shit and i had nothing to say. For the most part i avoided social situations. At one point what was supposed to be a movie with my roommate turned into a gathering of girls complete with dinner and drinks before hand. I put on makeup, i smiled, i tried my best to participate in conversation…but i didn’t care. How could i talk about grad schools when i wasn’t even sure i could make it through the semester. While the others talked about new boyfriends and old troubles i held back tears; knowing that whenever i am ready to start dating it will never again be free and easy. Not that dating is ever easy..especially in this city.
When i first found out, I was afraid to tell people because of how they might judge me, hold me accountable, or tell me what to do. What i soon realized is that what made it hard wasn’t their attitude towards me as much as the emotional process they each went through while digesting the news. The gasp, the concern in their eyes, the “have you made a decision yet?” and the “are you ok?” Despite their genuine intentions it wasn’t about me, it was about them. I had already thought about all of these things, I had dealt with the emotions. I wasn’t ok, but i knew i would be.
By the end of the night there was only four of us left. I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I blurted it out while we were walking down the street. “How was Europe? And you and the bf are back together? I’m so happy for you. Man it’s cold out. So, I’m pregnant.” The two who didn’t know stopped dead in their tracks. I braced myself for what came next; I answered their questions and eased their minds. With an arm around my back one friend took comfort in the fact that all night she had no idea anything was wrong, “Good for you! I always thought that if it happened to me my world would come crashing down around me, but here you are and everything’s fine.” And that’s what blows my mind. Everything’s fine, nothing has changed.
The thing is, my world DID come crashing down around me, i hid under a blanket while the walls crumbled.When i found the strength to look out of the wreckage the new world looked exactly the same as the old one. Here I am, the lone survivor of my own natural disaster. There are no helicopters bringing me food and water, i have no international news coverage, and nobody is volunteering to stick around until the situation stabilizes. The mess from this type of thing is generally swept under the rug. It makes people uncomfortable.
That’s why i’m here. To make people uncomfortable. I came home the other day and i googled abortion. The results were flooded with pro-life pages filled with lies and messages of fear. I searched through blogs and was confronted with uneducated, ill thought out, right wing/christian/conservatives ranting about murder and sin and responsibility. Their words did not make me feel guilty but i’m sure there’s women out there who read those things and cry, holding their stomach with regret. I know I made the right choice because the moment i woke up in the recovery room i felt the weight lift off my chest.
That’s not to say this whole thing hasn’t affected me. It’s true nothing has changed, but everything is different. And that’s also why I’m here. I don’t know where to go, i don’t know what to think, and i don’t know how to react to whats going on around me. I’m not sure how I got here. As a young woman in this pro-choice post-feminist world what are my options? I grew up being told the world is mine and i can do what i want with it. My experience has been the opposite. So this is my outlet, my train of thought, and the analysis of how i got this far. I hope that somewhere in this process i’ll figure out what’s next.