Growing Up Under Roe v Wade

When Roe v. Wade passed in 1973, my life was a mess. An alcoholic and addict in the embryonic stages, my virtue had already been compromised despite growing up in a “good” suburban home. Life without birth control would have made me a teenaged mother. Life without abortion would left me a drug-addicted mother with an infant that needed to detox in the NICU, whose survival was threatened just by living with me.