Terminating A Pregnancy: A Personal Story
Before I get into this story, I must clarify that I am not a woman. A judge appointed to the Supreme Court in the U.S. may not know what a woman is, but I do. I also don’t subscribe to the concept of gender fluidity––that your gender is what you think it is.
The pregnancy termination that I am talking about has been in the back of my mind throughout my life. We hear about women who regret having an abortion, and few are untouched by the termination of a life. What we don’t hear as often about is the effect on men.
I am an only child and have always wished I had a brother or sister. When I was a teenager, my mother informed me that she had had an abortion before I was born. This took place in the British Mandate of Palestine in 1945. I was born in 1946.
My mother told me that they decided to abort the fetus who preceded me due to harsh economic circumstances. When my mother got pregnant with me, she put her foot down and decided that she was going to keep me.
I don’t know what changed between 1945 and 1946 because from an economic standpoint, Palestine, which became Israel in 1948, was in a difficult situation in that post war period. My parents had to get essential items like milk on the black market.
When my mother repeated the story of her abortion to me, it was always tinged with sadness. For me, it was also a feeling of loss that I would never know the brother or sister I could have had.
The abortion debate that has been in the limelight the past week has brought this out again for me. I wonder what this person would have been like? Would they have been a musician, a scientist, a writer, or would they have led a successful life in some other way? I will never know, and that is the tragedy.
It all seems dark when I hear that there are some 600,000 abortions annually in America alone. Some may be destitute and see no way to bring up a child. But I wonder how many just do it for convenience. Having a baby may cramp their style or cause them to lose a job promotion. Or perhaps, aborting a baby is just one more facet of our disposable lifestyle. It’s not for me to judge the moral predicament that a woman may have to face.
I am sure that deep down, though, many think of what could have been.
Ely, I guess that it has occurred to you that if the earlier baby had been born, then you probably would not have been.
My guess is that for a lot of women the decision has to be made really fast, when emotions are high, and therefore the mother will trust her usual trusted friends.
The time between finding out about the pregnancy and end of first trimester might be too tiny for proper considering.
It's interesting that you bring up the fact that the most recent US Supreme Court nominee could not readily define the difference between male and female. I think her position was more legal than practical. I see her as believing that a judge's role is to remain neutral, hear legal arguments from both sides, and finally come to a decision based on existing case law. I'm sure in a few individual cases the difference is not entirely clear. I've only encountered women with large clits twice. I think both were actually women.
In Tahiti there are a lot of "mahu" bars at the end of the water front. They are poorly lit. I went in and asked some "woman" to dance. To this day, I don't know if "she" was actually a "he," but I suspect the latter. I've never been attracted to males and really enjoy sex with a female who is able to get really turned on.
Unfortunately the feminist movement has resulted in a loss of feminism with many females who have become overly self-centered and domineering. I'm nearly 80 and hot women aren't breaking down the doors looking for 80 year old men. Nevertheless, it's difficult to even find someone that I would enjoy going with to a concert or a play. These days is seems many women are content to do things with other women, and really don't have any interest in male companionship.