“The abortion room was tiny and plain and clean, like a studio-apartment kitchen. I squeezed my companion’s hand through the speculum portion of things, which is fine for me, but in this context, a little more traumatic than your average Pap smear speculum, then through the Novocain shot, which was actually more pleasant than a Novocain shot you get in your mouth. “We wait a few moments,” the doctor said, in an Eastern European accent.
In a minute or so, she said, “Okay, now instrument.” There was a feeling between uncanny and mildly unpleasant, then there was pain. It was like the worst cramp ever times three, but not worse than that. “Just look at me and keep squeezing my hand; just look at me and keep squeezing my hand,” said my companion, and I did what she said, and was finally glad that she’d invested more of her personality in solidity than in wit. It lasted about ten seconds. I was just about to say, “This really hurts,” when, suddenly, it didn’t hurt anymore, and the doctor was snapping off her gloves.
“Was that it?” I said as I felt the speculum come out. The doctor didn’t say anything, but my companion said, “That’s it. You did great.”
“Holy shit,” I said. “That was hands down the best abortion I ever had in my whole fucking life. You’re amazing.”
The doctor gave me a look that I interpreted to mean, ‘Crazy ladies are all the same.’ She left. I didn’t care. I loved her.”
—Sarah Miller, “The Best Abortion Ever.” The Cut. June 19, 2019.
More about the abortion experience than I’ve ever seen anywhere before. If you think RU-486 makes much of the aboltion discussion moot, it probably helps to know that it can also be “intense”?
Also, I loved the adjective, “hippie-adjacent”. Aspirational.