In the sixties, abortion was illegal. At 17, I was pregnant. Not being of age, I was under control of my parents, my father to be exact. The boy's family and my father decided I had to have an abortion. No one told my mother. She probably would have objected. Nevertheless, it was decided for me.
The day I had the procedure, I was awarded entry into the National Achievement roles for academic achievement and my boyfriend was taking an exam at college. And I was in an illegal clinic. This day changed my life forever. It was the day I became rebellious. The anger colored my life for many years. I no longer trusted anyone anymore. I no longer accepted rules. It started my journey to find my voice, my own way.
Years later, I understood I would also never be able to conceive, never have children.
Then the world changed. Women's lib. Roe vs Wade. But I was stuck and sucked in to the overall events. Student protests. Vietnam. President Nixon. When bumper stickers "Love it or Leave it' became popular, I decided to leave. I worked and traveled the world, just to see how other people lived, how to create a life that was not like the one that was expected of me.
At the age of 71, I have come to accept. My focus has changed. I observe what goes on in the world, witness it, and know that everything changes. I still raise my voice to object to what I don't agree with, and support what I do. But like Edit Piaf. I regret nothing,