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I'm very sure the woman carrying the baby we aborted in 1977 feels loss and sadness and maybe even remorse every April 14th. I know I do. Because that baby was my child, even if I thought of it as nothing more than a mass of cells at the time.
Having aborted a fetus has significantly changed my life and my view of how to live. I won't be easily persuaded from referring to it as my abortion.
It's not a topic for discussion as far as I'm concerned, especially when the topic is sterile sexual politics and not what is means to be human.