In the two months since the Supreme Court took away people's right to control their own bodies with their decision to overturn Roe v. Wade, the discourse has rightfully centered on people with uteruses—their agency, their safety, their identities as anything other than vessels. Meanwhile, anti-choice activists have continued to rail about how they're providing a voice to those voiceless zygotes and fetuses, claiming omniscience: They're confident each and every one of those clumps of cells, if given the choice, would choose to be born.
But maybe those unwanted babies don't deserve this either. I'm part of an amorphous group of people, distinct from adoptees, born to mothers who never really wanted children, and my experience—my own stunted emotional expression, my cold, lonely childhood, and my scrambled idea of what a healthy relationship looks like—makes me more convinced than ever that no one should be forced into parenthood.
In the two months since the Supreme Court took away people's right to control their own bodies with their decision to overturn Roe v. Wade, the discourse has rightfully centered on people with uteruses—their agency, their safety, their identities as anything other than vessels. Meanwhile, anti-choice activists have continued to rail about how they're providing a voice to those voiceless zygotes and fetuses, claiming omniscience: They're confident each and every one of those clumps of cells, if given the choice, would choose to be born.
But maybe those unwanted babies don't deserve this either. I'm part of an amorphous group of people, distinct from adoptees, born to mothers who never really wanted children, and my experience—my own stunted emotional expression, my cold, lonely childhood, and my scrambled idea of what a healthy relationship looks like—makes me more convinced than ever that no one should be forced into parenthood. |
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