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So... you can't / don't take the pill cause it makes you depressed.And as a alternative, you just don't take it, get pregnant, have the process of creating new life on this world started, and then kill it so you don't have to be responsible for your actions.Shit.. I'd think the latter should make the chick more depressed than anything.What ktallett said above made perfect sense and I can see why no one has tried to refute it.If anything.. (rape and such aside) it should be BOTH peoples right to choose. Not just a woman's. ~S~
What ktallett said above made perfect sense and I can see why no one has tried to refute it.
kick em in the tummy
Allow me to share a personal story with you, mostly because I've seen a lot of talking about whether or not it is "murder" when a woman chooses to have an abortion... First off... I don't believe abortions are murder, I believe much like any other medical procedure they have their means in our society... that being said, I do not condone this procedure being used as a means of "protection" if you are old enough to willingly lay down and make that baby you should be old enough to care for the life that you create. So now to my personal story... about 7 months after my son was born I became pregnant with my 3rd child... and yes I did say child... however shortly after seeing my OB/Gyn, I had to make the decision about whether or not I would carry this child... I'm not going to go into tragic and graphic details because in the end it's only me that knows for sure whether or not I made the right decision. My pregnancies with both my children that are with us were long, painful and ultimately tore me up pretty badly... I was hospitalized for 6 days following the birth of my daughter for complications and 3 days with my son who we almost lost when he finally made an appearance. A third pregnancy was not in the cards so to speak for me given how much damage was done with the prior 2. You never know how hard it is to make a decision like this until you have to make it.... ultimately it came down to I could try and maintain the pregnancy or I could terminate. I chose what many would consider the "easy" road, but it's never as easy as people think it is, this is literally the suctioning of a life out of another life, I will get to that in a minute. I spoke for days with my Mr about the pros and cons but we never touched on emotionally or mentally what this decision would entail for us... it would be another week before the appointment could be scheduled and 3 days more before the appointment. Over those days I went back and forth back and forth, I spent every moment with my hand on my stomach and every moment I was alone in tears, this destroyed me and it still does almost 9 years later, but I could not live with the possible outcome if I attempted to bring this life into the world... that being... my children might not have their mom today.The morning of the appointment comes... I go to the out patient clinic in the hospital, get checked in, get all the pre-surgical tests done... then they send in a councilor to ensure that I am making the right decision and try to talk me out of it. Clearly they did not read the notes in my file... talking to them was worse than the actual procedure itself, it was basically an emotional beat down wrapped in phony concern. Anyway, I digress, they walk me into this little room... and I do mean little, if it were 10' x10' it was big... a nurse comes in and asks a bunch of questions and then says "OK we are going to give you this needle, it's full of stuff to make you not remember the procedure" I can't remember the name of the stuff but I do remember how quickly it knocked me out. I was essentially awake long enough for the Dr to explain to me how the vacuum worked and what he would do with it. 15 minutes later with me waking up from the needle it was done... the physical part anyway. As they were wheeling me out to the recovery room the nurse looks at me and says... "Yeah we have whats left in that little baggy over there" I didn't know whether or not to go to pieces right there in the room or wait. Unbelievably, I told her I wanted to see it, the look on her face was priceless, after arguing with me about the logic of my request the Dr. finally brought it over. I mean what can you do when someone tells you that your now deceased baby is in a baggy in the room with you. I looked, I wont tell you what it looked like, save to say that it is not as represented on TV shows or pro-life ads, where they show parts of baby or even the whole fetus in order to scare you into not doing it. That's when I lost it.It's been almost 9 years and it's still a decision I live with every day, I still wonder, I still yearn for that little one, I still lose it some days... so to answer any question about should we the carriers of the child be allowed to make the decision to terminate a pregnancy... I will tell you from being there... YES we have the sole right to make that decision, even thought I didn't make it alone... why? it's our bodies, it's our minds and ultimately we have to live with the decision in the end.
The morning of the appointment comes... I go to the out patient clinic in the hospital, get checked in, get all the pre-surgical tests done... then they send in a councilor to ensure that I am making the right decision and try to talk me out of it. Clearly they did not read the notes in my file... talking to them was worse than the actual procedure itself, it was basically an emotional beat down wrapped in phony concern.
Whait, what?! They tried to talk you out of it? Why the fuck do they think they have a say in this? Like you, being a grown, adult, woman, haven't thought about this long and hard, like it isn't hard enough to make this desicion without having some hysterical conservative women coming in and telling you what's right and what's not. They should support you, and talk to you, ask if you would like to talk to a therapist to get through this tough period in your life. If I was you(I'm sure it wasn't easy being in that situation) I would demand to be left the fuck alone and tell my husband to inform them that this is none of their business.