I was 24, my boyfriend and I had separated for the umpteenth time and I stopped taking the pill. I had a brief consolatory fling with another bloke but then also had a one-nighter with my ex-boyfriend. I got pregnant and wasn't 100% sure who the other player in the pregnancy was. But that isn't why I didn't want to be pregnant, I just wasn't planning to become a mother at that time, I hadn't even finished university. It was 1976 and there were no abortion clinics in Brisbane so I had to fly to Sydney to access a clinic. It was only the second time I had been on a plane and it was expensive. The women at the clinic were warm and kind. I had a local anaesthetic and the support woman in the operating room kept me fully informed about what was happening. My huge relief and happiness afterwards were something I'll never forget. I have never experienced a twinge of remorse or guilt. Five years later I had a planned and wanted child and now I'm a grandmother. Sometimes in online abortion arguments, before I state my age, earnest god-botherers tell me the guilt will kick in soon. I tell them it's been 40 years and they generally stop.
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