THIS IS MY ABORTION
Recently, I had an abortion.
Lining the street in front of the clinic were a dozen or so protesters. They held up large banners with anti-abortion slogans, religious iconography, and images of dead babies.
Just past the bulletproof security doors, the graphic nature of that imagery haunted me in the waiting room. What would my abortion look like? I decided to secretly document my abortion with my cell phone.
My intention in documenting and sharing my abortion is to demystify the sensationalist images propagated by the religious and political right on this matter. The use of lifeless fetus photographs are a propaganda tool in the anti-choice/pro-choice debate in which women and their bodies are used as pawns to push a cultural, political, and religious agenda in the United States.
At 6 weeks of pregnancy, my abortion looked very different than the images I saw when I entered the clinic that day.
This is my abortion.
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The fundies believe the contents in the jar have more rights than the living, breathing woman. 
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Women are perfectly capable of making their own decisions and have a right to choose; it is our life and our body!! The anti-choice brigade is oh so so wrong in what they do.
They're never easy. The crazies don't make it any better, but fortunately back then, they weren't out yet. I always questioned those pictures they carry. Were we supposed to believe someone who worked in a clinic took them? Even before photoshop, people could do lots of stuff with film if they knew what they were doing. All they really needed was someone who could do "special effects". Do they really think we don't know what we're doing? The required ultrasounds, videos, etc., just confirms that they think we're just empty-headed little fluff brains who need to be "educated" about what's happening.
All these nut cases have really done is make this procedure harder, emotionally and physically, for the woman involved. But then again, we're not important, only that group of cells.
Take care of yourself.
One of my favorite stories is about escorting a young lady to the clinic who was probably about 8 months pregnant. The protesters were shouting, "Don't kill your baby!" 
She was low income using PP for pre-natal exams, They use/used a sliding scale.
"They kill babies on Fridays!" I suspect he thought I was lying.
I explained that the only thing I needed killed was a bladder infection, and I had no intention of waiting until Monday to get some antibiotics.
The guy told me that I should go to the CPC, that PP was going to use the money they made off of my bladder infection to "kill babies."
I got a lecture from the escorts for engaging the people trolling outside the parking lot.
FWIW, I called the CPC later. They don't have a doctor on staff, and at most they could have referred me someplace else, though the lady on the phone sounded decidedly disinterested in helping me out once she figured out that I wasn't pregnant, didn't think I was pregnant, and there was no in to give me a slut shaming lecture. Which is totally what you need when you're doubled over in pain and trying not to pee your pants.
