I was born at 6.5 months. I looked uglier than that. I still do.
This was in 1972, pre Roe/Wade, and just a few months AFTER they banned Thalidomide… so thankfully mom didn’t give birth to an armless me.
Asked her if she would’ve aborted me had it been legal. While she’s pro-choice (as am I), she said she herself couldn’t do it.
Still, I could’ve not been here. Some people “wish they were never born”. Not me. I’m glad to be here.
I wouldn’t force the choice on someone else. I don’t know their life circumstances, and I can’t offer them alternatives. I can’t carry the baby for them. I don’t have an orphanage handy if I could convince them to carry.
Wish I could. Wish I had an artificial womb that I could teleport the fetus’ out of their wombs. But, I don’t.
So I see abortion laws as they exist as “regretful necessities”. The choice is important, although i couldn’t choose it.
Philosophically, I agree. Existence is an astounding, amazing thing. I shouldn’t be here. None of us should. Yet, we are. Blows my mind on a regular basis.