The facts are as sordid as they are banal - a ridiculous one night stand with a stranger whose face has long since vanished from my memory, an abortion clinic in a country where I could not speak the language, the sense of relief when it was all over ...
Now, here I am, all these years later, career, dh, 2 little dd - and all of a sudden a crippling sense of guilt and grief has overtaken me. I cannot stop thinking about it. There is an internal dialogue in my head that I don't recognise. It says horrible things to me, tells me I had no right, wonders what kind of person I am - it has a grip on me and it won't let go.
My rational dialogue is trying its hardest to push the black voice away. And I can rationalise what happened. I never felt like I had a choice really - I was so far from home, I didn't choose to get pregnant (he removed the condom at the end without my permission) - but none of that seems to matter. Oh, the finality of it all.
I suspect this may be more than repressed grief finally rearing its head. I gave birth 4 months to my second DD. Could this be PND? This is hard for me to accept as my mental health has never been an issue. I am the "girl least likely". I am not generally depressed - just utterly fixated on the abortion to the point that I can barely think about anything else.
I have thought about this so much. I feel that we who have chosen to have abortions do not allow ourselves to grieve. Its rarely talked about, yet so many abortions are performed every year. Where is the abortion topic on Mumsnet? Next to Miscarriages? I think not.
I know the subject of abortion has been hijacked by politicians and religious zealots and frankly, I don't care and that is not the point (I remain pro-choice). The point is that for me, abortion has left a deep wound.
I don't know what I am trying to acheive by putting my thoughts about this on mumsnet. I have not spoken to anyone (includung DH) about the way I feel and I thought that this might be a good first step to healing. I know, the next is probably counselling but I need to start somewhere.
Earnest but anonymous words put out to the universe ...