The summer before my senior year of college I had the internship of my dreams and was poised to apply to the best graduate programs in my field.
I had casual sex with someone I had just met, got pregnant, and had an abortion.
Six years later, I had landed my first big job at a venerable institution, was writing my dissertation, and in the early days of my relationship with my current long-term partner. I got pregnant and had a second abortion.
In both cases, I was not economically or emotionally prepared to be a parent. Nor was I willing to sacrifice my career goals, which it seemed like I would need to do, for parenthood. Access to safe and affordable abortion services (Planned Parenthood, for me) in the company of compassionate companions (women friends in the first case, my partner in the second) allowed me to make these difficult decisions. By the time I was 35 I was far enough along in my career to be an attentive, loving parent and have a great job as a professor, helping young people meet their personal and professional goals. It wasn’t easy to have two abortions, but I am fortunate to have had the choice and will continue to do all that I can to make sure that my daughter, her friends, and my beloved female students have the same human rights that I have benefited from.