Have you ever been called a murderer? It happened to me once.
I was just 19, and my then boyfriend and I had recently found out we were pregnant.
We had only been dating a few months and the pregnancy was unexpected.
At the time, we were not in a great position to embark on parenthood.
I had just started a TAFE course and was living at home with my mum. He was unemployed.
But still, we thought long and hard about what we should do, before ultimately deciding on a termination.
With the support of my mum and my boyfriend, I had tried to prepare myself for the emotional challenges of an abortion.
But what I wasn’t prepared for was what happened to me outside the Melbourne abortion clinic where I had the procedure.
I knew the centre, the Fertility Control Clinic, was a target for anti-abortionists, but I don’t think I had quite understood how confronting this would be.
After I arrived at the clinic, they tried to block me from entering, and my boyfriend had to push us through the crowd.
They were passing anti-abortion material around and shouting out to me. That’s when I heard them use the word ‘murderer’.
It was like being in the midst of a paparazzi scrum, only much, much worse. It felt more like being in the middle of an angry mob.
It was totally overwhelming trying to enter the building. I was already feeling vulnerable and distraught. It made an already extremely difficult situation even harder.