The more I read and the more I learn, my own brain is twisting around and I’m beginning to realize the truth of being pro-choice as far as knowing that there are women who don’t have a choice – I used to think that women who were raped shouldn’t get an abortion because “two wrongs don’t make a right” but now that I’m older and learning about reality for so many women in the US, I don’t have the right to judge, I don’t have the right to control other women.
I am Catholic, was raised Catholic and will probably die a Catholic – my being pro-life isn’t based on my religion. I can be pro-life and pray for the babies without running around with a sign, screaming at women who don’t have a choice or who have made a choice that I can’t imagine ever making.
Does this make sense?
I’m sure if my fellow church-goers knew about my thoughts, they’d ex-communicate me. I was on a Catholic Meme group yesterday and there are some who think like me and they were told they weren’t real Catholics…well, shit. That broke my heart. NOT. I can still be a Catholic and can accept the fact that women sometimes have to make an incredibly difficult decision as to carry a pregnancy or not. I never had to make a choice like this and can not imagine that it’s an easy choice. A friend of mine had an abortion and every anniversary of the abortion, she falls apart emotionally and it’s worse for her when the “birth date” comes around. And then there was the 16 year old who already had a 2 year old and was struggling to take care of herself and her toddler. I cried when I heard about her abortion. But how could she have taken care of two children when she could barely take care of herself?
I didn’t mean to write a book. The thoughts have been scrambling around my brain ever since this whole thing started in Alabama.
I think women have the right to get an abortion. There. I said it. God didn’t strike me down.