I started writing a blog about therapy and then I had to stop because of “the feeling.” You know, that mixture of exhaustion and rage that we’ve been dealing with for about 20 hours now? No? Just me? Maybe the ladies know what I’m talking about.
When Ruth Bader Ginsburg died, I cried. I sobbed on a boulder in the middle of the woods on a camping trip while my husband held me and promised it would be alright; everything would be fine. Then, yesterday, the Supreme Court made my husband into a big fat liar.
All I can think of is how scared those women in Texas must be. How terrified. This has nothing to do with saving human life, and everything to do with persecuting it. I am so grateful to live in NY where anti-choicer’s are outnumbered in state government, but that doesn’t mean I’m not scared of federal possibilities. That doesn’t mean I’m not horrified by the Supreme Court’s violation of the constitution.
Here is the Texas law, explained a little, with my reasonings for why it is horrendous:
- Abortions are banned after six weeks. Many women do not even know they are pregnant at that point…I myself probably wouldn’t even think about it until after week 4 went by.
- There are no exceptions for rape or incest. Disgusting. You’re going to make a victim carry around their trauma for nine months? Then what? Where’s the pro-life bit there? (Also, can we retire “pro-life” when what they really are is “anti-choice?” I mean…it’s not like they’re going to raise the baby, are they?)
- You can be sued for helping someone get an abortion. So, whether you are a doctor performing it or a nurse assisting or a friend DRIVING you there, you can be sued. So, if I lived in Texas, I would be sued, because I will absolutely always drive a woman to Planned Parenthood, if need be, and we will go get ice cream afterwards.
- The citizens who choose to sue don’t need to show any connection to the person they’re suing. So, a random could totally decide to sue you. Or, more likely, an angry ex. Gross, on so many levels.
Now, I have questions. Say someone says a woman is planning on getting an abortion. What if she isn’t pregnant? Does she have to prove it? Does she have to go down to the police station and pee on a stick? What if she is? Does she need to submit her private medical files? At what point do we get into invasive exams?
Give me a little bit, I’m sure I will come up with even more questions.
God, I’m tired. God, I’m angry.
I don’t have much love for Texas to begin with. My friend Molly’s parents lived in Texas and she told me they had scorpions in their shoes sometimes and I said “nope” and swore I’d never set foot in the state, but this really takes the cake. I have a cousin from Texas, and he is a nice guy. I think he leans conservative and that’s cool because I know he reads my blog (Hi, Kevin!) and knows that I lean the other way, but he’s the type of man that knows how to look at different points of view. I think he truly just accepts people as they are. Which is how I like my conservatives. So, in my opinion, him and his wife and their tiny dog are the best things to come out of the state. And were it not for them and their kin, I would be perfectly happy with Texas seceding and calling it a day. That’s how mand I am.
God, I am so mad.
So that therapy blog will be upcoming, because I am drowning in angst right now. Happy Thursday. I guess.