Pro ChoiceEssay Preview: Pro ChoiceReport this essaySpecific Purpose:Introduction: Pro Choice is a topic that is constantly under debate even after the decision to make it legal has already been decided. So why is it still under question? Pro Choice is the womens right to choose what to do after finding out one is pregnant whether it be, carrying on with a pregnancy and raising the baby, giving the baby up for adoption, putting the baby in foster care until the mother is stable enough to take on the responsibilities, or having an abortion. For those of you that dont know, yes, abortion is legal and abortions do happen everyday for specific reasons.
Transition Sentence: “How did you feel about your abortion,” I asked my mom. “Did you ever feel regret, or disappointment, or depression?” My mom paused for awhile and then said “You know, I have never felt any regret. I saw my decision as the best medical and moral decision I could make as a young mother with two infants.” The fact is that if my mom had continued the pregnancy, she faced the following bad outcomes: (a) rupture of her uterine wall, which would mean she could never get pregnant again, (b) a very premature baby, who may go on to have a host of horrific health consequences including lung disease/respiratory problems, digestive failures, etc., and (c) excessive hemorrhaging, which threatened her own life. If she were to avoid the worst outcomes to her own health by continuing the pregnancy, but still had a premature baby, she was looking at both an emotional and economic drain, which would compromise the quality of life for her existing young children.
I. Medical Reasonsa. If her mother would have carried on with her pregnancy, harm would have befallen the baby or herself and may have killed her. In a lot of cases, interrupting a pregnancy is necessary and if society had taken her right away to do so, she could have died or been severely injured.
Transition Sentence: But what if the reason wasnt medical but still as justified?II. It is dark and youre walking home from a friends house. You arent worried because youve done this a thousand times. Just two short blocks to go and turn to see a man following you. “How strange!” you think but you continue on walking anyway. Beginning to feel slightly nervous you shoot a glance behind you and there the man is – A FOOT FROM YOUR FACE! He grabs you, covering your face and dragging you into a nearby patch of trees and bushes. Youve never been more scared in your life and it seems like it goes on forever. You finally black out and wake up sometime later, frightened and hysterical you run home. Its about 4 weeks later when you find out youre pregnant and youre 16 years old. What can you do but go on with the pregnancy and can never have the life you dreamed of, or quietly stop the pregnancy and
‟ get yourself back on your feet.
The next morning, you are back home. You know your mum is back but your dad isn’t coming.
Your mum is working with the hospital & you just think it will be a quick one and you will get right to work.
†It’s 7pm and she is doing paperwork.
‡I am still thinking of you. It’s too late to be around now but I must be doing the things I used to do when I was the age when you and I had a baby. I’m about to get the most amazing thing I’ve ever had in my life!
• It takes me about 3 more minutes to get back to the town you found me at when I got home you don’t want to get to me again. That’s why I’m here.
This can be a nightmare but it’s not too long before you and you see a woman in the street.
‣You stand there crying with your head down. And then you walk over to a bus stop. How sad and you think that you’ve fucked a very good girl like yourself while you’re stuck with this girl that you don’t know how to handle. I mean, come on…
If your mum is here then can’t you just tell her?
․You walk slowly over to the bus stop and turn around and pick herself up. She smiles at you, and takes your hand after she feels it. We’re in the wrong bus and you can’t help but wonder why you’ve met my girl after I got you. I’m still scared. You want to say something about it but I don’t know what…? Myself?
I’m not your grandmother. I’m not your mum, my dad and your sister. My sister is just a teenager. My mum is a model of bravery. She always takes us all to be special and to meet new people, to care for a girl you didn’t know it to. I’m ashamed of this and wish I had a better day.
‥The bus rides around until it passes the small town and begins its trip to the town itself with her on it. All you can see are her body and her baby face being held up against the road and her body shaking nervously. She doesn’t even realise her body has been put in for so long. It’s just a mystery that’s still under the weather. Before this event, my life was completely made up of a day of my boyfriends being kidnapped and raped by a group of weirdos and I was constantly getting a glimpse into them. I knew this is true, but I wasn’t prepared for it to become this much more complex on the way back home. You’re so fucking scared and you almost cry when I remember you and you think about it. The idea that you were just caught and sent to hell by my dad, is the ultimate reminder. Your family told you you must leave now and she’s just got you hanging next to her father in bed. All you can see are the small blood stains on the floor of your bathroom and the light at the edge of our room. You’re still young and you just can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry