Yesterday, I celebrated the one year anniversary of The Abortion Diary by speaking at Florida Gulf Coast University. It was a packed house! We discussed abortion access, our beliefs, abortion story-sharing and the power of sharing our stories. We also shared our own stories and experiences with each other.
I am stunned by all that this year has brought. 100 stories have been shared with me for The Abortion Diary in the last year. This is a big deal for me because when I came up with this idea, this podcast on abortion stories, I was pretty sure no one would share their story with me. I’m so grateful to them all. They’ve given all of us such a gift. We are fortunate to be able to listen to them. Thank you to all The Abortion Diary story-sharers (all 100 of you) for the gift of your stories, and for being brave and badass. And Thank you all for listening.
Celebrate with me and watch this special video story (thanks to all I learned at The Center for Digital Storytelling) that I made about my journey to The Abortion Diary.
As I sat at her kitchen table, Amanda shared her story with me as her five year old son ate breakfast and played with his legos in another room.Before I knocked on her door in Portland, Oregon that morning, we were both complete strangers to one another. She was the 42nd person to share her story with me.
Someone recently told me that every trip is part of the journey. My life journey took a major detour a year ago. I was supposed to be a college professor. I spent eight years in a Ph.D. program where I sat in libraries surrounded by stacks of books and stood in classrooms full of college students. I became a historian. I learned to read about people found in the brown, torn pages I uncovered in hot, dusty archives and tell those stories. One day I realized I needed to tell my own story and listen to the voices of other people as they shared their own stories in their own words.
That’s when I started to listen.
When I was seventeen years old, I woke up in a small room with 2 or 3 other women. I was sitting in a chair with a thick maxi pad between my thighs, and I was throwing up in to a plastic, kidney-shaped basin. It was the summer after my high school graduation.
I just had my abortion.
It was the singularly most isolating experience of my life. It was also the most impactful. It impacted the choices that I made and the way I lived my life and I didn’t even know it.
I would have never have guessed that my abortion experience 17 years ago would have birthed The Abortion Diary.
Does everyone cry? Some people don’t, but, yes, some people do and that’s okay.
We share stories.
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