My great grandmother had an illegal abortion. Her husband was not in good health and having another child would have been too hard on them. She never talked about it, but in the early 1920s I can only imagine what that involved.
When I grew up, I went to Planned Parenthood to get birth control, only to find out I was already pregnant. I was also suddenly single. I borrowed money and the support of my best friend and walked through anti-abortion protesters to get to the clinic. I then volunteered every weekend to escort women through these horrible mean and hurtful protestors. I never understand what makes people think they have the right to judge others or make decisions for others.