I grew up in a home surrounded by mental illness. I knew I didn’t have the skills or the gene pool for parenthood, but I got married to a manipulative man and we got pregnant twice.
Once while living abroad and I had the procedure in a barely legal, back-alley clinic. Once in the US, where I was treated with dignity and respect. The marriage didn’t last, but my certainty that no one should have to go through what I did the first time did. Keep it safe. Keep it legal.