College student. Twenty. Georgia. Devout Christian. Pro-Choice and Pro-Voice. Working to create safe spaces for people to share their abortion stories and to erase the stigma and shame that surrounds abortion.

Posted on July 25 at 12:24 pm with 116 notes Reblog

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#clinic violence

Posted on July 25 at 12:11 pm with 320 notes Reblog

a-child-not-a-choice:

provoice:

If Jesus were walking this earth today, I strongly believe He would support people through their abortion.

Unfortunately, as much as we’d like to believe that Jesus would have supported Abortion, and as much as that eases hearts left broken by the act. Christian doctrine clearly demonstrates that abortion is the murder of a human life.

Genesis 5:3 states that adam “begat his son”, which defines his son as existing once conceived.

In Matthew 19:18 jesus says “Thou shalt do no murder”.

These two verses demonstrate that a child is a child once conceived, and that murder is a wicked act in the bible.

As much as it’s easy to believe that abortion is okay within Christianity, once you read the bible it becomes very clear that it is not okay.

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If Jesus were walking this earth today, I strongly believe He would support people through their abortion.


#yes because i don't read the Bible #good one #Christianity

Posted on July 25 at 10:06 am with 6 notes Reblog

I found another cutie this morning!

I love being up here.


#personal #cades cove

Posted on July 25 at 12:22 am with 19 notes Reblog

I'm getting married in a week and no one's "helpfully" mentioned that I might change my mind! I'm guessing it's because I'm a lady and ladies are supposed to get married! but when we deviate from patriarchal scripts there are always people lining up to let us know we are Being Women Wrong and couldn't possibly know our own minds or what we want out of life!

from torgan


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Posted on July 24 at 11:46 pm with 12 notes Reblog

It's so rude to tell someone that they'll change their mind about having kids. Sorry that person thinks they know more about you and what's good for you than you do. *hugs*

from Anonymous


It’s extremely rude, especially when it’s none of their business.

I support people who want to be parents 110%, but it’s not for me and people should respect that.

Thanks for the love <3



Posted on July 24 at 11:44 pm with 9 notes Reblog

Motherhood is not a requirement. You and your dreams and plans are perfectly valid and have just as much worth as people who want families. People just don't know what to do about people who don't want to fulfill their warped definition of what we ~*~*should*~*~ be. Your choices should be respected and not constantly questioned.

from selfpsychiatrist




Posted on July 24 at 5:12 pm with 136 notes Reblog

protego-et-servio:

provoicesupportblog:

I have an anonymous woman wanting to hear some personal experiences with how your partners reacted to your pregnancy, how they treated you leading up to the abortion, and if anything changed about the relationship afterwards. Feel free to answer in any way you’d like.

My boyfriend and I talked about the abortion a lot, before I finally scheduled one.  We both would cry and my boyfriend asserted that he’d support me in whatever decision I made, that it wasn’t his choice to make.  It was hard to gauge what he wanted to do.

Eventually, we both agreed that having another child - we each a daughter from previous relationships - wasn’t in the cards for us.  The days leading up to the abortion, I was nervous.  He wanted to come with me to the appointment, but we had no one to watch the kids, so he stayed home.  

Right afterward, and probably the week or so after, he babied me.  The emotional exhaustion I felt, and the relief for it to finally be over, was immense.

Some months later, he forgot I had an abortion.  (I can’t recall the precise discussion; if he literally forgot or if it was discussion about emotionally-trying decisions.)  So, obviously, it didn’t affect him as much as it affected me, since I was the one who had to go through it physically.

Almost a year later and we’re still together.  I love him, immensely, and can’t imagine life without him.


#abortion story #partners

Posted on July 24 at 2:48 pm with 136 notes Reblog

furiouswomb:

provoicesupportblog:

I have an anonymous woman wanting to hear some personal experiences with how your partners reacted to your pregnancy, how they treated you leading up to the abortion, and if anything changed about the relationship afterwards. Feel free to answer in any way you’d like.

My boyfriend has always known that I never want to be pregnant or have my own children and he was always fine with it.

When I found out I was pregnant he was the first person I wanted to see as I knew he was the only person who could really understand my horror and how to handle it. His immediate reaction was to cuddle me while I cried and he asked the nurse all the questions and got all the information we needed before walking me out of the clinic and taking me to the hospital to be checked for ectopic pregnancy. (I had an IUD in place).

While at the hospital he took in all the information that I was too hysterical to listen to, he was firm and direct with the staff that no terms of endearment for the fetus were to be used and no pictures were to be shown to me. He kept checking in with me to make sure he was doing it right. He was doing great. His hand rarely left mine through the whole ordeal.

He was the one that phoned BPAS and got me my first appointment as I really couldn’t handle it. He came with on the day of my abortion and sat with me in the waiting room, making me laugh by quietly making jokes. He was with me right up to the last second when he was told the next area was for patients only.

When I came back out after the procedure he was waiting with a bunch of my favourite flowers and a massive cuddle. He was my absolute rock.

I asked him afterwards how he personally felt about it, about the abortion or the potential fatherhood. He told me that he sometimes wondered what it would have looked like and what fatherhood would have been like but he knew in his very core that this was my decision and he supports me every step of the way.


#abortion story #partners #what a great support system

Posted on July 24 at 12:24 pm with 235 notes Reblog
› My Jewish Abortion

vochoice:

It’s no secret why frightened looking girls walk into the social worker’s office on the second floor of the Student Health Center at UC Berkeley.

And while I sat there, vaguely nauseous and needing to pee (for the third time that hour) I avoided eye contact with the students walking by. After all, Nice Jewish Girls don’t get knocked up freshman year of college.

The social worker had a warm smile and a firm handshake. She was short and petite with close-cropped curly hair and kind eyes. She reminded me of my mom, and I tried not to let that bother me.

"So," she said once we were seated across from each other. "You’re pregnant."

"Yes."

"These things happen," she said, "and it’s my job to make sure that you have all the resources you can to make your decision."

"I’ve already made my decision."

"And?" she asked, her face as neutral as the beige walls. On her wide wooden desk, she had one of those small water garden fountain thingies, and the sound of trickling water rattled the stillness between our sentences. Not very Zen. I had read somewhere that the sound of flowing water is supposed to make people feel calm in the face of chaos, but it just made my bladder spasm instead.

"I’m not ready to have a baby."

"Have you spoken with the father?"

"No."

"Any reason not to?"

(Aside from the fact that I wasn’t really sure who the father was…) “No. There’s just no reason to involve him. Why mess him his finals schedule, you know?” I could feel my smile, shaky and lopsided, slide off my face.

"Ok. Well, we’re here to support any decision you make," she said, reaching for a stack of brochures to her right on the desk. "Here is a list of outside doctors you can contact," she added as I took the pamphlet. "Do you have SHIPP insurance?" she asked, referring to the student health insurance plan that most students opt into when they enroll each semester.

I nodded.

"Good. That that will cover some of the cost, but you will need to come up with around $250."

I gulped.

"It’s actually quite reasonable," she said when she saw my baleful expression.

I had no idea what the going rate was, but $250 seemed like a staggering figure.

Immediately after my parents and I had unloaded all of my boxes into my dorm room on the August afternoon I had moved to Berkeley, the three of us had walked down to the Campus Credit Union office where they opened a checking account for me. On the first of every month, I would race down to the mail room, eagerly awaiting the long thin envelope addressed to me in my mom’s loopy script. I’d ignore the long letter and the pictures of the garden or the cats that she’d always include, and gleefully stuff the check for $100 into my back pocket as I skipped along Durant Avenue to the Campus Credit Union.

My parents figured since I was on a flex meal plan, and my housing arrangements were already taken care of, that $100 a month would be more than enough for extra expenses like a good book or a dinner at Thai House.

"And you might even save some money!" my mom had said with a hopeful smile.

But with my penchant for a little light body modification, the occasional dime bag, vanillacigarettes and way-too-expensive lattes at Wall Berlin, I barely had enough extra cash to cover the month.

At that moment, I had a grand total of $12.97 to tide me over until Dec. 1.

And I knew asking my parents for money would break their hearts.

"Hypothetically speaking, what if someone doesn’t have enough money?" I asked.

The social worker looked at me, her eyes alighting on the silver Jewish star necklace I was wearing.

"Are you Jewish?"

I nodded. My face flushed, and I looked down at my shaking hands. I taught Hebrew school at my synagogue. I received the Rabbi’s Scholarship for Outstanding Work in the Jewish Community. I kept kosher. And I was 19 and pregnant.

"Ok that’s good, because there is a philanthropic Jewish women’s group that offers a scholarship of $250 to help cover costs. Would you be interested in that sort of thing?"

I wondered if I would have to write an essay or give them my SAT scores or show them my Bat Mitzvah certificate.

"How would I qualify?"

"By being pregnant, and by not wanting to be pregnant. And by being Jewish," she replied. "Look, I’ll contact the president of the organization, and I can have a check made out to you by the end of the week. Sound good?"

It sounded great. And not because I had found a way to finance my abortion. But because for the first time since I found out I was pregnant, I realized that I wasn’t the first-nor would I be the last-knocked up Nice Jewish Girl.

Look. I know that some of you will not agree with my decision. In fact, some of you will be sickened by it. But I did what many other 19-year-old girls would do: I chose to stay in school. I chose to teach Hebrew on Sundays and Wednesdays. I chose parties at Hillel and ZBT and dating and weekends with friends. And I chose not to bring an unwanted child into the world. And there are a thousand different reasons why I do not regret my decision to have an abortion freshman year, and I am grateful that I was able to make that choice in a safe way.

And I am grateful that my body healed quickly and my heart … eventually.

And I am grateful that there were other Jewish women out there who understand that when you’re young and scared, you need help.

This post originally appeared here on Kveller.com. a website for those who want to add a Jewish twist to their parenting.


#abortion story #Judaism

Posted on July 24 at 11:36 am with 117 notes Reblog

tattooed-messianic-tiffy:

tattooed-messianic-tiffy:

provoice:

tattooed-messianic-tiffy:

provoice:

callmebackinfiveyears:

provoice:

Today my parents and I went to a craft fair, and while I was looking at (well, smelling) some candles, my mom struck up a conversation with the guy running…

Where did I imply I knew what you wanted? I am trying to show you a reality. Why do you feel soooooo strongly that you know without a doubt that you will never want kids? Yet you have already changed your mind about other issue?! The point I was making is it does happen, people do change. I am not saying you will for sure change. I am just saying it’s naive to say it couldn’t happen.

Why do you feel so strongly that you know without a doubt you want more kids? Are you sure you want kids? Absolutely positive?

Oh, well, you’ll probably change your mind.


#eye rolling so hard right now #my parents need to hurry up and shower so we can go hiking #i need fresh air #personal
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