In some ways, I think this is good because it demystifies a contentious and emotive procedure.
In others, it makes it seem so easy physically because she is so calm and matter of fact about it when, I suspect, her heart is actually pounding and she is really quite emotionally distressed.
It’s the way I tried to be. Dealing with a decision about which I had very little choice. I coped. I managed. I got through it. Knowing that I would be able to blog about it actually helped in some ways. It made me calmer and more analytical about the whole procedure and trying to keep my thoughts away from the physical reality of what I was allowing to happen. But, at the same time, the very fact that I could view it that way disgusted me.
That’s why I can understand why she did this. In some ways it makes it easier if some good can come out of such a vile act. The education of other women to help them in their time of need.
It’s only in the years to come that you really learn the true extent of the emotional damage.
Well my comment was too short the first time >>>> *Hug*
always,
B.
I’m sorry :( You’ll just have to borrow some of my verbal diarrhoea and never use one word where ten will do ;P
Wendy had one years before she met me, when she was in a very bad relationship. At the time she saw it as her only option. But today — sometimes — she wonders — and then gets rather sad, for she had no other children. I wonder as well. I was once a stepfather and loved it. I could certainly have done that again.
I sometimes wonder if I am depriving Ruf of the opportunity to be a father and it makes it worse knowing that we took a decision to actively stop that. However, he is so certain that it was the right thing to do that I am a little reassured. At least I was already a mother. I feel for Wendy.