Diary of my abortion
The diary that follows is an account of my own experience of abortion...
Spring is in the air...
Yesterday was the day I had been waiting for since Christmas...
This evening is one of the rare times when my neighbour and I...
“How late?” “Five days late.” “Let’s get a pregnancy test..."
The reception desk is where we first met and the place where...
Last night he stayed over and neither of us got much sleep...
The Web is a wild wild world when it comes to pregnancy...
Weeks of pregnancy are counted from the first day of the last period...
B is for Baked Beans. C is for Constipation...
We all know someone who struggles with decision-making...
On this Saturday I’m on stage with my guitar, playing a gig...
“You’ve been looking gorgeous lately”...
“Welcome to the clinic, my name is Rebecca"...
We are taking the van and ourselves to the South Coast...
We went to a little Italian restaurant last night and I ate for two...
Are you still willing to go ahead with the termination?
I have never felt so empty...
It’s 6:45am and I am obsessed with getting to B&Q...
Bed. Curtains drawn.
72 hours to forget all about it and carry on with my life...
My heart is racing as I am walking up the hill...
Léon, 52 cm, 3.2 kg. I am empty...
Today I am thirty...
I find Paul more attractive day after day...
3am. The pain is so sharp that I cannot stand upright...
Recovery time took longer than what the doctor suggested...
Two years on...
