Pro-choice on Amtrak: The time I told a group of anti-choice teenagers about my abortion

[Warpy]

9. Maybe it's an age thing

but in the 1950s we were loaded onto school buses and driven to hear the bishops rant in other cities and I don't remember ever having a permission slip for it for my parents to sign.

My mother was a bit like yours, but she was always getting into hot water in the various places we lived for telling tweens what to expect with their first periods. She'd been told nothing and had spent a miserable day thinking she was bleeding to death and wanted to spare other kids. I have always greatly admired her for that.

I got told all about birth control and I swear it's what made me such a late bloomer, all the mechanics seemed more trouble than the reward was worth.

Both my parents were staunchly pro choice, even when they were Catholic enough to go to Mass every Sunday.

That's why I think a lot of those kids on the train were likely prochoice. Most Catholics are, Rome be damned.