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Deb49's avatar

Just wanted to share—while visiting my daughter in Arizona, I went with her while she collected signatures for the ballot initiative to protect abortion access there (just want to be very clear—she collected the signatures, I kept her company—even though it is legal, out of an abundance of caution, the campaign does not want any signature collectors who are not Arizona residents). We got a page of signatures in about 45 minutes—folks are anxious to sign! The “nos” we got were polite. Because we were in a snowbird community, we had a lot of folks, mostly older, who were registered to vote in another (colder) state, but cheered us on and said they wished they could sign. So consider this my One Good Thing for this week.

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Dianne Marie Leonard's avatar

I keep saying that everything old is new again. I began college in 1970. I was 17. The age of majority was 21 then, not 18. Because I was a minor, the college stood "in loco parentis" to me--in other words they were sort of my legal guardians but everything--and I do mean *everything*--had to be reported to my parents. From whom I had fled when they attempted to forcibly marry me off. Who had neglected my health for *years.* Yeah, it was like being under surveillance 24/7. When I saw a doctor at the Student Health Center, she prescribed birth control pills--then illegal for minors, except if being used for non-contraceptive purposes, so I slipped under the wire there at least. The health center informed my parents, who were extremely conservative catholics. Long story short, when I came home for christmas, they threw me out of the family house like the criminal they believed me to be, into the coldest winter on record in the SF Bay Area. I practically died. This is what such surveillance, such lack of agency over my own body, did to me: it almost made me another nameless, dead teenager on the streets of San Francisco in December. That such a horror could happen to anyone else, adult or minor, gives me nightmares even now, 53 years later. If the anti-abortion nutcases have the their way, there will be more dead women, women who they will dehumanize, surveil and punish. Today they can use methods a lot easier than the surveillance I was subjected to so long ago. (Jessica, thank you so much for giving people like me a voice. Sometimes it feels like crying in the wilderness. You--and the community here--make it feel less so. I hope you get some good rest during your break!)

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