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jes12321 · 2 years
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pro-birth · 10 days
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Women can, and do, have elective late-term abortions. Even in the second and third trimesters, abortionists will perform abortions on healthy mothers carrying healthy babies — and will falsify bogus “health” reasons on the paperwork.
I realize that’s a bold claim. And extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. How about a late-term abortionist’s testimony under oath?
23-year-old Keisha Atkins was 6 months pregnant when she sought an abortion. She had no physical or mental health diagnosis; she simply did not want to be pregnant. Abortionist Shannon Carr of Albuquerque (pictured) was happy to oblige. But that baby wasn’t the only one to die; Keisha also lost her life. Carr was forced to testify in the wrongful death lawsuit brought by Keisha’s family, which earlier this year settled for over a million dollars. 
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saywhat-politics · 1 year
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United States Congressman Ken Buck (R--Colorado) peddled bogus right-wing talking points about abortion during a House of Representatives hearing on Tuesday.
"We use terms like late-term abortion, and it's, and it's, so polite. And it's, and it's – you could go to a cocktail party and you could talk about late-term abortion and not really offend anybody. You’re talking about ripping the arms off of a unborn baby, and then the legs, and then the head," Buck said.
The phrase "late-term abortion" is not part of the medical lexicon and was invented by conservatives to score political points.
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This is really hard to watch so viewer discretion is advised. This is horrific! If we don’t fight for these poor babies, who will?
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cheerfullycatholic · 6 months
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cpntredbeard · 2 years
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so about third trimester abortions
this is actually super obvious, but its still like... distressingly mind blowing. 
apparently, shockingly, absolutely no one decides they just don’t want the baby after putting 6 months of work into it. It is not a thing that happens. The laws policing late term abortions -except when the fetus isn’t viable and/or the mother is going to die- are entirely redundant, that is the only reason a person gets this procedure. ‘people just changing their mind and choosing to “kill” their almost-a-baby’ is entirely made up. and it dominates the public consciousness
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radicallyaligned · 2 years
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Are radfems usually pro choice for all 9 months?
The reason I’m asking is because I’ve seen a lot of radfem posts about how later abortions “only happen on wanted pregnancies” when that’s not really true. In light of the recent abortion restrictions across the nation, lot of women have been telling their stories about how they got an elective later abortion, even to the third trimester, because of cryptic pregnancies. For example, one woman thought she was 7-8 weeks but went into the ultrasound and found out she was 28 weeks (sounds terrifying omg) She had to fly to Colorado and get a third trimester termination.
So I guess I don’t understand why, if radfems are really pro choice, they are ignoring these women? Whether you guys support abortion restrictions or not, pretending these cases don’t exist doesn’t seem super helpful to me so I’m just confused.
Abortion pursued after 20 weeks accounts for 1.3% of all abortions! And I wrote about why I support late term abortions, for any reason, here!
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ifitistobeitisuptous · 11 months
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anamericangirl · 1 year
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Too hard for me to give sources and everything in the replies so I'm gonna do it here. I'm happy to give you some sources and I also am going to need you to cite your source that told you 100% of 3rd trimester abortions happen for one of the three reasons you mentioned.
Here is a post that has compiled a few sources on the most common reasons for 2nd and 3rd trimester abortions. It cites sources such as Guttmacher and the Congressional Research service.
Here's a notable source from it, though: Who Seeks Abortion at or After 20 Weeks?
Here are some other sources for you to look at.
The Reality of Late Term Abortion Procedures
Abortions Later In Pregnancy
Something of note from the above article because I don't believe you're actually going to read all of these:
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Is Third-Trimester Abortion Exceptional? Two Pathways to Abortion After 24 Weeks of Pregnancy In the United States
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Here is also a table showing the rate of abortions that happen after 20 weeks for psychosocial reasons over ten years in Victoria
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So there's some citations to get you started.
Now, please, provide a citation for your claim that every single abortion in the third trimester takes place because either
1 the fetus is already dead (although if the baby is already dead removing the body is literally not an abortion) or will die soon.
2. Turns out that the fetus has a defect and will not survive birth.
3. Severe risk for the mother's life.
And, also, please explain to me, if the pregnancy is a severe risk to the mother's life, what sense does it make to perform an abortion, which can take days to complete that late in the pregnancy and requires the mother to carry the dead body of the baby around inside her, when they could remove the baby in an early delivery in a matter of hours via c-section? If the mother's life is at a severe risk and the doctor sends her to an abortion clinic instead of removing the baby as soon as possible that sounds like malpractice to me so can't wait to see your source.
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snarltoothed · 2 years
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people who make up shit about late term abortion piss me off so much oh my god no woman is aborting at 8 months because she decided she simply does not want the child anymore.
having late term abortion be your biggest political issue because you think living babies are being yanked apart for funsies, i hate to tell you, just proves that you’re incredibly stupid and easily swayed by false information. like jfc. you’d be extremely hard pressed to find a doctor who would abort a viable late term pregnancy.
if the fetus is alive and compatible with life beyond the point at which it could live outside the womb and the woman is experiencing complications severe enough to warrant ending the pregnancy, THEY’LL DO AN EMERGENCY CESSARIAN (or perhaps for more minor complications simply induce labor). if, however, the fetus has died in utero, a late term abortion is typically recommended over a natural birth, as housing a dead body in your womb and birthing it poses a significant risk of sepsis and shock. or, perhaps, it has been discovered that the fetus will not live through birth or will perish shortly thereafter and an expectant mother is given the choice between carrying to term, possibly needing a cessarian (thus making her require a cessarian for any following pregnancy), and allowing her child a painful death OR to spare her child and herself from all of that with a late term abortion.
contesting the legality of late term abortion is proof that your activism is 100% performative and not based off of any compassion for the “unborn”, because if you take literally five minutes to research the issue you would know that it is pretty much either a difficult choice made by the mother out of compassion for a child she greatly wanted, or a choice made because the fetus has already died and the mother understandably does not want it to rot inside of her. the only reason to be against late-term abortion being legal is because you want women in an already difficult situation, where they’re grieving, to go through more pain and possibly die. but yeahhh, God loves you for it or whatever.
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leiafett · 1 year
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My Abortion Story
Trigger Warning: this obviously is going to have mention of an abortion but also will talk about a sexual assault.
Some things to mention: I was 19 when this happened, this also takes place in all of 2020. I have ASD and at this point severely mentally ill and having seizures, I’m epileptic as well. Also to note I have a terrible relationship with my mother and though not anymore my dad was conservative and very pro-life. I felt on my own.
Denial has to be the strongest emotion. I wasn’t getting my period. I was throwing up every morning for months. But it was just after I took my medication, it had to be because the anti-seizure pills was too big for me to swallow, right? So I had requested a smaller pill. That seemed to stop things. I was still on a new medication. This was May and June of 2020, I had not had sex with my boyfriend since April of 2020.
He lived in my college town. Which was two hours away from my home town. One weekend I slept over at his home he shared with his mom. I forced this night out of my memory. For one simple reason, it still seems fake. He woke me up in the middle of the night. Telling me he had to stop himself from r*ping me in my sleep. He used that phrasing, used that word. Looking back now. I should of called my parents to have them picking me up. I should of broken up with him in that moment. It was also 2 am, I didn’t know why he told me that. I was too stunned to speak. Then he just started crying. Telling me how terrible he was. Which he was, you shouldn’t get brownie points for not r*ping a person. Your girlfriend or not. It was 2 am. I was confused. I just had been woken up. What was I supposed to do? Probably not what I did. I let him have sex with me. Just to get him to stop crying. Frozen in confusion.
Fast forward to September. Back at college. Still hadn’t gotten my period. I swore up and down there was no way I could be pregnant. Just my medication was being funky. Like I said. Denial is one hell of an emotion. Being stuck with my parents for months, no escape. Stress is another thing that can mess up your cycle right? I was having seizures, mental break downs, I was starving myself. My boyfriend begged me to take a pregnancy test when I had came back for school. I agreed to, thinking there was no way I could be, but when the clear blue said it in words. I was pregnant.
It couldn’t be right though, I didn’t feel diffrent. Before this our relationships had hit the rocks. We were breaking up and getting back together. If I was fucked up, he was even worse. He had two ex girlfriends that had already been pregnant, one had a miscarriage and the other went behind his back and had an abortion but told him she also had a miscarriage. He really wanted to be a father, feel like he could finally do right in the world. However I had no interest of being the mother, at least then. I was an emotional wreck.
My morals on children are simple. In no way will I ever make my children feel unwanted. My mom made me feel that way, once telling me she didn’t want a girl, because “she knew how cruel the world was to women” but it still hurt. She once was so upset at me for I’m not even sure what, not living up to her expectations, she told me, “I could get rid of you and make another”. I never wanted my children to feel unloved or unwanted. Now having a child with someone I wasn’t married to, while I was 19, in college. I could love that child to the end of time. Yet in the back of their head they would know. If I gave it up, they would know they weren’t wanted. My ex wanted me to have the baby and just give it to him and his mom. They would know. Also there was no way I could do that.
Denial was a strong emotion. I figured I was only a couple of weeks along. So I had headed to my closest planned parenthood. He didn’t like it. But he would help me get rid of it. Despite his faults, he at least respected my choice. I didn’t put any insurance down. My parents would still get the bill, even if I was over 18. I was terrified of them being upset or disowning me.
If I was only a couple weeks along it would be a pill process. I had helped my friend go through the process after they were sexually assaulted. Seemed easy. Was only a 200 dollar process. When I was in the chair, getting my ultra sound done there was a slight issue. I was 4 months along. They didn’t have a doctor that day. They couldn’t preform the abortion. Shock, fear, and sadness. I was in fight or flight. I was very skinny. I maybe looked bloated but not pregnant. I was a mess. I waited out in a special waiting room where a lovely nurse gave me a box of tissues and papers on what to do next. She circled where the places near me could preform an abortion that late. I told her so many times, “I cannot have this baby”.
You figure this is an expensive process but you don’t realize it until you pay everything out of pocket. 200 dollars for them to tell me they can’t do anything. My boyfriend and I were running out of money. But I had a week before it became illegal. I needed this thing out of me. I couldn’t go through with it. I didn’t want a baby. I live in the state of Illinois. When I called a clinic that could get me in they told me of a wonderful resource to help pay for it. I still couldn’t find a way to tell my parents. So I couldn’t bill my insurance.
Really quick, if you or someone you know needs help, please contact:
They were so sweet and they helped me so much, even if you don’t live in Illinois they will still try to help. Back to the story.
I went to Hope’s Clinic. They border Missouri. October 7th was my appointment date. It was a two day procedure, my boyfriend’s mom got us a hotel. She regretted her abortion so it meant I was terrible and shouldn’t get one. But she did it for him. The sooner I had it done the sooner I was out of both their lives. She wanted me gone. Fine with me. She was terrible, a terrible mother, and just a terrible woman.
First day of the procedure I walked in with my boyfriend. There was protesters outside, but with a man at my side they left me alone. I was one of the first appointments of the day. Still pretty late enough where I had lunch, subway. I can no longer eat the fast food chain. I even lost the ability to eat sandwiches sometimes. They had a security person up before you could walk in. She checked our ids then let us in. It was going to be a long day. My boyfriend met up with a friend who lived in St. Louis which was right over a bridge. However I had a long day ahead of me.
I met first with a counselor. It was a routine check, they had one at planned parenthood. Asking me if I was okay with the decision and it was okay if I walked out. Asked if anyone was forcing me. I obviously said no. It was the first person that made me feel totally confident in what I was doing. She gave me a book that talked about what the process looked like afterwards. The guilt or shame, how to deal with it. She made me feel I was making the best decision, which I knew already. It was good to know that someone finally agreed with me.
Then I was back in a chair while they tried the ultra sound again. I made a joke to ease the tension, “well I know it’s mine because it’s being stubborn”, which was true. They had to find it but it kept moving. It was hiding. I had two nurses, and a doctor try to find it. They knew it gender it was. They asked if I wanted to know. Which I said no. A nurse made the mistake of calling it a him. Which I’m not sure if it was actually true. But I don’t know what I want to say.
I got one last ask if this was what I wanted. Without hesitation I answered yes. Then with one shot in my stomach/uterus area inside was dead. I wasn’t done with the appointment though. I couldn’t just simply pass it. They had to take it out if not, it was going to be an issue for me. I had to get dilated so it could be taken out. I wasn’t knocked out or given any pain meds. They clipped little things inside of me, several. Sorry if I’m not descriptive enough. All I remember was putting a brave face on and squeezing the nurse hand. Who told me that I could go as hard as I needed to, which I did. It was so painful. It maybe took 5 minutes but it felt like hours. When it was finally done. I was sent on my way with thick pads and pain meds that I could only take a little every hour.
I was still in college. I told my professors I had a doctors procedure, they didn’t press further they just gave me the homework. They didn’t ask for a note. I wonder if they knew secretly or had a suspicion. While I was sitting in the hotel room with my boyfriend with a very strict no sex policy, which is a if they have to ask they had it happen. I was doing my class work and homework. While cramping worst then ever, like all my periods were coming to attack me at once. They never said it was pretty.
The next morning I was there before anyone else. I thought I would be fine since it was so early that I didn’t ask to be walked in. I was swarmed with protesters. Little did they know they were too late. The clump of cells they claimed to love was dead. They swore they had a nurse with them I could talk to. Not sure why she was here on a Friday morning. Doesn’t she have work? They tried to do things. I felt weird, I was the story they used as a scare tactic. What I did is now illegal in many states after roe v wade was overturned. The clinic I went to would be shut down. Everyone who helped me get better would be in jail.
Now back in the clinic I was on a time crunch. There was a time to everything, had to be perfectly timed. They gave me so many saltine crackers, water, heating packs. I wasn’t allowed to eat beforehand. They stuck two Xanax’s on either side of my gums letting them slowly dissolve as I was aware but I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t tell you what happened besides I couldn’t see anything. I was high as a kite.
Then it was over. They put me back in the special waiting room. They needed to watch me. Make sure I was recovering well. They put the heating pads everywhere I ate so many saltines, drank so much water. I do remember a girl, probably the same age as me, sitting next to me. I hope she recovered well. She looked nervous looking at me. I don’t blame her. I didn’t look good, I did feel good though. Like a weight had been lifted off of me. I was sent on my way after I was all good. I had a 6 hour drive ahead of me and I slept the whole way through.
When we finally got into town. All I wanted was Wendy’s nuggets and a frosty to dip them in. That’s what I got, I ate it when I got back to my dorm room. Fell asleep. At one point a friend of mine came in to just watch over me. The one who had gone through it. They just did their homework and was there if I needed anyone.
My boyfriend and I officially broke up after that. He was kind and took me to go get my first tattoo. That was the last time we had sex, was after that. I never talked to him again and he didn’t want to.
After the procedure, I bleed through my favorite pair of jeans, had to wear a sports bra because I was leaking milk. Which is something I wasn’t expecting. I healed nicely and later I was doing better.
I was still scared to tell my parents but I did tell my doctor. She has seen me through it all and she was like mother figure to me. Telling her was great and like a weight lifted off my shoulder since I was scared to tell any other “adult” in my life. She gave me some solid advice on getting over my ex and told me that he was a jerk and wasn’t worth anything. That I would find better.
I came out as bisexual to my friends. I met an amazing man who has treated me so amazing. I did end up telling my mother. Who held onto me and thanked me for telling her that. I also told my dad. This was a year after it happened. I was finally ready. She understood I needed time.
I wonder now how I would react to having children now. Is the reason that I can’t look at kids for too long because denial is such a strong emotion and I think I’m protecting myself? I guess it’s just proof I’m not ready, I made the best decision.
If anyone you know would benefit from this story please share it.
I’m also down to answer any questions you might have. Stay safe out there and thank you for reading my story.
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patbertram · 2 years
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Inequity
The only time I watch television is occasionally when the woman I am looking after wants to watch. Usually we watch Judge Judy, though sometimes we watch the news. I’ve been feeling rather smug since the fear-mongering tactics of the newscasters don’t work with someone who’s already been there. For example, if the prime interest rates are the highest they’ve been in twenty years, as they said,…
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dank-pro-life-memes · 8 months
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marzipancloud · 3 months
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Saw two strongly pro-choice blogs lamenting a case of infanticide from history because the baby was born irregular.
"so sad"
I don't get it. If the mom had had access to abortion, she'd have gotten one. The culture was Like That. How is infanticide of a presumably -disabled child sad when the abortion of disabled children isn't?
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grennseyelashes · 6 days
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I just don't think a story that begins with the mysterious disappearance and later death of a girl, and that repeatedly asks us "What is the life of one boy against a kingdom?" and answers "Everything." would end by answering "What is Lyanna's death against Azor Ahai reborn?" with "Ehh... sad, but true".
I think the many hints to the reader in the text about Lyanna being Jon's mother (that fly in the face of all in-universe evidence!) are an exercise in complicity, to draw readers in and ultimately show them just how easy it is to believe in fairytales like the characters do, and to show the cost of doing so in a way that truly hurts, and makes us think harder about these things. Prophecy has power in ASOIAF, both indirectly because the characters make them come true through mundane acts, and also because there seems to be a magical mechanism that sometimes brings them to fruition in unexpected ways, but this "magic is sort of real" concept is not applicable to reality, and so really isn't very deep– it's just not really worth writing about!
What is applicable to reality is that a sword you get by tempering it in Nissa Nissa's heart is not worth having.
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librarycards · 2 years
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anti-choicers should be hunted for sport! :D
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