I miscarried in a toilet. In Ohio. And I've been dreading the criminalization of pregnancy loss for a long time. Every person with a uterus is a suspect under this regime. I thought I had been following this story closely, but I just learned some details that I hadn't seen reported elsewhere. Thank you for doing this vital work. I became a paid subscriber today.
I was Catholic. Where current teachings accept no exceptions to abortions. (Though it occurs to me now that surgery itself is considered an evil, though lesser to the illness. But most Catholics don’t know that.)
What caused me to start shifting, when still very much a full believer, was reading about women in Iran. Where pregnancy is used to control them... and then the child gets taken away from her and given to the father. Should there be a divorce or separation. Where she’s prevented from having contact to her own children. Useful only as baby makers.
Several years ago I miscarried at home, in a toilet, after my “textbook perfect” tubal ligation. Reading this I wept in rage and solidarity and fear this morning. Thank you for bearing witness. Over and over again.
I’m in Ohio. I’m getting a front row seat for this trial and I’m beyond angry. This is nothing more than vengeance on all of us who dared defy the “prolife” minority twice at the polls. We’re screaming at them and they are responding by using and abusing the power of prosecution to punish us... they will keep making examples of people with that “see what you made us do” sanctimonious righteousness. It’s sickening. What also sickening is to watch the testimony of these cops who swore to tell the truth, but their truth is so stuff with ignorance, mis-and dis-information as to be devoid of any facts whatsoever. Truth is a fuzzy standard for perjury-free testimony; fact is a better standard.
I remember bringing my mother (not my husband) into the bathroom and pointing to the small mass in the toilet and saying, "that's it, isn't it?" She nodded, and we cried. And then I flushed the toilet. It didn't mean I was any less sad about the loss.
I miscarried in a toilet. In Ohio. And I've been dreading the criminalization of pregnancy loss for a long time. Every person with a uterus is a suspect under this regime. I thought I had been following this story closely, but I just learned some details that I hadn't seen reported elsewhere. Thank you for doing this vital work. I became a paid subscriber today.
Power.
This is excellent. I know how much these things cost sometimes--thx for doing it anyway.
Thank you for putting this all into words. In appreciation of your voice these last several years.
I was Catholic. Where current teachings accept no exceptions to abortions. (Though it occurs to me now that surgery itself is considered an evil, though lesser to the illness. But most Catholics don’t know that.)
What caused me to start shifting, when still very much a full believer, was reading about women in Iran. Where pregnancy is used to control them... and then the child gets taken away from her and given to the father. Should there be a divorce or separation. Where she’s prevented from having contact to her own children. Useful only as baby makers.
Several years ago I miscarried at home, in a toilet, after my “textbook perfect” tubal ligation. Reading this I wept in rage and solidarity and fear this morning. Thank you for bearing witness. Over and over again.
I’m in Ohio. I’m getting a front row seat for this trial and I’m beyond angry. This is nothing more than vengeance on all of us who dared defy the “prolife” minority twice at the polls. We’re screaming at them and they are responding by using and abusing the power of prosecution to punish us... they will keep making examples of people with that “see what you made us do” sanctimonious righteousness. It’s sickening. What also sickening is to watch the testimony of these cops who swore to tell the truth, but their truth is so stuff with ignorance, mis-and dis-information as to be devoid of any facts whatsoever. Truth is a fuzzy standard for perjury-free testimony; fact is a better standard.
I remember bringing my mother (not my husband) into the bathroom and pointing to the small mass in the toilet and saying, "that's it, isn't it?" She nodded, and we cried. And then I flushed the toilet. It didn't mean I was any less sad about the loss.
Mine was very early, but it passed the same way. Because what else are we meant to do? Thank you for sharing, Meg. This is so important.