“…I had my abortion when I was 23.  I was mid-way through university, and had a bunch of great professional opportunities lined up for the summer.  There was no question in my mind that it was the wrong time to have a child (even though I had a very responsible and decent boyfriend and we were falling in love).  My resolve to end the pregnancy was only strengthened when, as the pregnancy progressed, I slid into a near-permanent state of nausea, smell sensitivity (do people realise how bad most perfumes smell?), and an inability to consume anything that wasn’t white bread or freshly squeezed fruit juice. I did have a bit of emotion around the abortion, at times, but I almost think, in hindsight, that it was socialised.  I was so used to believing that a fetus was a person and that abortion was some terrible and difficult thing, that I think I mistook my general shock and exasperation at the situation as some kind of sadness at the loss of a baby.  As I get older, I feel a pinch of sadn...