A really, really great article up at AlterNet about the difficulties women face in discussing abortion with their male partners — especially when the women don’t exhibit the socially acceptable post-abortion feelings of regret or woundedness. I’m also pretty sure I went on a few dates with the same wide-eyed Sarah Lawrence grad MFA candidate as the author.
She talks about how her abortion wasn’t emotionally scarring, and how she dealt with it in the same way she deals with most of crap life throws at all of us: By joking about it or being straight-forward. She writes:
I honed my improbable pregnancy and ensuing abortion into a kvetching monologue about life’s little inequities — I get pregnant on birth control, while teenagers in Utah practicing the pray-to-God-and-please-come-on-my-ass method remain distinctly un-knocked-up? It’s not like I broadcasted my uterine news to co-workers, distant cousins, or Facebook cronies. It was simply something that happened to me, and I shared it with my friends like I would’ve shared any other story. It would have felt wrong not to. My female friends laughed when I laughed, commiserated when I needed it and treated the procedure as lightheartedly as I did. That’s all I wanted. To be able to define my own experience, not the other way around.
But there was a palpable discomfort when I had the same conversation with men. For the guys I was dating, the idea of a vacuum-like apparatus being the last visitor in my vagina was more troubling than if it had been, say, Stalin’s penis. Even die-hard liberals who would wax on about a woman’s right to choose were downright uncomfortable when actually presented with a woman who chose.
Of course I knew that bringing up abortion was about as fascinating as listening to a nursing-home doctor detail Grandpa’s incontinence problems. Medical procedures are decidedly not sexy. As far as dating went, I operated under a tit-for-tat divulgence basis: you talk ball cancer, I’ll explain my thirty-day long period. If the dreary poet had never asked about surgery, he would have been none the wiser.
Seems like a good enough rule of thumb to me. But somehow when abortion comes up, the author finds herself treated like she’s either victimized or in denial about her own experiences — because she must secretly feel awfully sad and guilty about the whole thing.
I understand that men are in an uncomfortable position when an abortion story is dropped into date conversation. Abortion is socially marked as taboo and horrible and universally emotionally difficult, so I understand why the first reaction is “You poor thing” or “You’re so strong.” I’ve never been in the same position as the author, but I have been on a first date where the guy dropped his almost-abortion story: His girlfriend got pregnant, they decided to terminate the pregnancy, and then she had a miscarriage. It’s not an easy story to respond to, so I fell back on How To Deal With An Awkward Conversation Topic 101: Mirror the other person’s reaction. He seemed like he was sad about the situation, so I think I said something along the lines of, “That sounds like it was really hard, I’m sorry.” And the conversation moved on. I also had a friend who once told me the story of his hugely swollen testicle — like, baseball-sized. In recounting the story, he was cracking himself up, so I laughed along. It’s really not all that hard to take your cues from the person who lived through the unpleasant ordeal. And I think that’s the author’s point: Not that men should universally think abortion is no big deal, but that they should take women as individuals who have varied responses to situations, and who very well may not be traumatized or upset at all — but who may nonetheless be highly annoyed and physically discomforted by a 30-day period. Or they may just be relieved. Or they may be sad, or even devasted. Or they may feel stupid for getting pregnant. Or they may have emotions that are mixed and that evolve. You know, like most human beings.
Predictably, commenters at AlterNet are Very Upset with the writer, because how dare she talk about her abortion in such a flippant way? She gets called all kinds of names, and even self-declared pro-choice commenters feel the need to lecture her about her lack of appropriate sorrow and self-hate, her “vulgar” language, and her loose morals. And then they wonder why she writes under the name “anonymous.”