My inauguration day abortion. On Jan 17, 2017 president trump was inaugurated while 200,000 women descended on DC for the women’s march. The right to abortion was in question and I was having one at home. After being forced to wait 3 weeks for the procedure (even the angels at planned parenthood can’t give you an on demand abortion... there’s forced 48 hour hopefully you change your mind after getting this sonogram waiting period , and then a long list of women looking for the same) I took the pill at home at noon. The next 12 hours my body basically went into labor - extreme cramping and pain, I moved between walking slowly around the apartment to just sitting on the toilet in order to try to relieve pressure. I could barely sleep it off, cried, vomited and at one point screamed through the pain. For the next 2 weeks I bled an incredible amount. I went to the doctor 2x because it didn’t seem safe . I was soaking through pads that were so big I could barely squeeze them in my pants ... the doctor said it was normal. In 48 hours you go back to work and pretend you are perfectly fine, you’re not even close but we function, we are women. Even when you want an abortion, you don’t want an abortion. It’s traumatic on your body, your brain and wreaks havoc on your emotions. We can’t even talk openly about abortion, it still feels like a whisper network and leaves us unprepared for what’s ahead. It’s isolating no matter how many loved ones you may be lucky enough to have by your side. It’s not an easy means of birth control for us and no woman takes it lightly no matter the circumstances. My abortion story was normal, my life wasn’t threatened by a dangerous pregnancy, I was not a survivor of sexual assault, I had the means and a partner, I simply did not want a child. That was and always should be my decision to make. The collective loss of our ability to decide what to do with our bodies is inconceivable. Stand by women, stand by our right to govern our own bodies and fuck this shit.