Twenty years ago, I wish I had had an ally. Not someone who tells me that I messed up, that abortion is my only option and gives me a ride to the clinic. I wish I had had a friend to tell me that everything is going to be all right; that I don’t have to have an abortion to please my boyfriend or to do what society expects from a woman in my situation to “undo her mistake”.
I wish all pregnant women in need knew that they are not alone; that help is available for them and their baby and that they won’t be shamed. May I always be an ally and a friend to them.