My uterus, my decision.
In the beginning I would like to thank all wise and startlingly male commentators regarding the abortion law that is maintained in Poland. Your opinion is so valuable, I’m sure, since you have uteruses, jajniki and periods each month yourselves, you regularly go into labor every 9 months, you can really appreciate poor females situation. I’m so happy that we can properly discus the miracle of labor, of pushing a watermelon through lemon wide channel. It’s nice that you know how comfortable it feels to have a body squirm on your bladder and the crazy hormones induced morning sickness. It’s also heartwarming that you feel the pain and shock of damaged life that suddenly is located inside your body. Not to mention that you can relate to the forced intercourse, when another man pushes hard rod inside your delicate organ. Yep, glad that males and females can talk about such experiences as equals.
And now let’s be serious because it’s a serious matter. Polish abortion law is one of the most strict laws in modern Europe. It’s as strict as Irish and Maltan law. And that’s it. In all liberal, democratic and modern countries the government doesn’t stick the nose up women vaginas.
In theory a woman can terminate the pregnancy in three cases: when she was raped, when the pregnancy is threatening her life and if the fetus has a lethal defect. That’s theory. In practice the doctors and pro-life activists will try to deter and postpone the decision until often it is too late.
Now, I’m not intending to persuade anybody to get an abortion. Why? Not because I think it is evil or inhumane or unchristian, but because simply IT IS NOT MY BUSINESS what anybody does to her or his body.
I don’t understand this need to look between our legs and make the space there a public business. It is not public. It’s a private area get that finally!