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On Tuesday, July 20, 1976, I drove myself to the Harrisburg abortion clinic. A woman I knew from the National Organization for Women had made the appointment for me. I waited until they called my name, and then I saw the “counselor.” She was young (early twenties) and asked me whether I wanted an abortion. All I could do was sob. She then handed me a tissue and said, “Poor baby.” That was the extent of my counseling. Then she led me back down the hallway to pay for it.
I don’t remember much except some pain, and my blood pressure must have dropped, because when I woke up much later in a recovery room of sorts, I was the only one there with a nurse. I was the last to leave and since it was Tuesday, the day that pro-life demonstrators were outside, she told me that I was lucky they had left.
I stopped at a diner on the way home and bought a meal with apple pie for dessert. Of course I don’t remember the meal, but I always associated apple pie with that day and rarely ate it after that time.
Two years earlier, I was 23 and had lost my virginity through acquaintance rape. Because I had menstrual problems for years, my doctor had prescribed a birth control pill to regulate my periods. This pill also prevented me from getting pregnant at the time. I hadn’t fought back, allowing it to happen, thinking, “I may as well let him. No one will ever want me.” I felt used and spoiled. As a result I put up a thick wall around my heart and vowed that men could have my body, but they could not have me, meaning any part of who I was inside.
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I began leading a promiscuous life, going to bars several times a week. […]
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