Not at all, Nonnie, I don't wish to give that impression.
I have been asked on a number of occasions by friends to accompany them as their support for the procedure. It is genuinely, regardless of the circumstances, always a harrowing trip. There was one particular incident, when the friend and I were both not quite fifteen, that I will not ever forget.
I didn't do this lightly, but I always asked myself: if this was me, what would I want from a friend? Someone to be there and support so I wasn't alone. So I have gone, and dried the tears, and given the hugs, and sat and held hands in the bathroom afterwards. And it is not a thing anyone does lightly. But I never wanted anyone I knew to have to do it alone.
The modern medical and surgical methods are extremely safe for the woman, and have been shown to not affect future fertility. That doesn't mean they mean nothing to those who have them, merely that the physical danger is no longer potentially fatal in the way the backstreet methods were. (many of which didn't work, either)
My friends were scared, and sad, and in a terrible state. But I knew that I would be taking them home safe and with the full expectation they would physically recover completely. I cannot imagine how I would have felt taking a friend to one of the old backstreet practitioners, knowing she might easily die. I want to say I would still have had the courage to go; I don't think I would have done.
I had an unplanned pregnancy as very young woman as a result of rape. My then boyfriend was savagely violent and abusive. I was still in university. I thought long and hard about my choices. I knew anyone I confided in would expect me to terminate, especially my parents.
I decided I would continue the pregnancy. At that time, I believed in a lot of shit about the father having the right to know, no matter if he was abusive ya ya.
So I told him. The resulting beating and shove down the stairs left me with a slight lifelong limp, a bum knee, two ribs that have never quite healed, and the miscarriage that he had intended to induce.
My child would be a teenager now. That child is not here because someone else took my choice about my pregnancy away from me. I will never stop being angry that my choice was taken. I will never support efforts to take other women's choice away from them.
I have had three (including current) very medically difficult pregnancies since. Doctors have seriously talked with me about the possible need to end them for my own health. I have chosen to continue. Is that a bad choice for my own health, short and long term? Undoubtedly, especially this time. But it is my choice to make. It's my body. I don't regret those choices. I only regret the time someone else chose for me.