It was 1980 and I was 29 years old. The thought of Roe v Wade being overturned or messed with AT ALL horrifies me. I remember girls in high school whispering about knitting needles and “knowing someone” who would help you with your “problem”. How can we possibly go back to those days? I am sick and tired of grown men trying to tell women what they should do with their bodies and how they should feel about it. They don’t have a clue what a woman feels.
Also, I have never felt regret for what I did. It needed to be done and it was in a very safe, sterile, and caring environment.