I've always wondered how it would affect someone to find out their mother aborted their sibling. Think of it, you weren't aborted because essentially she just didn't decide to kill you. She had it in her to kill you, but she just decided it was in her own interest to not. That would mean that essentially your worthless to her as a human being, and instead you are thought of as something she could benefit from and nothing more. That is a pretty ****ed up realization to have.
Well, I can tell you how I felt in a slightly different context.
I am aware my parents had the discussion about abortion when I was conceived. My dad was the one who was doubtful -- for all the right reasons -- that this was a situation to bring a child into. My mother was the one -- as is her absolute right -- who vetoed his opinion.
How do I feel about it?
In the context of everything else -- that my mother is not a well woman, that my father raised me alone by choice, and in fact by force of will, and that my father is still giving himself into oblivion even now -- I am astonished at how tightly he holds to his ethics no matter what the cost in even the worst situations.
I don't feel any way in particular about their abortion discussion; I had no right to be there, and I as a person didn't exist. I would be none the wiser if that embryo had been aborted. What difference does it make to me?
To be honest, my father's position makes far more sense than my mother's to me personally. I completely see his point. I even think he was right. My mother's decision was ideological, and that's fine; I am happy I was conceived at a point when she actually had a choice.
It was, in fact, my father who told me this. He told me when I was a teenager having a hard time understanding why my mother is the way she is, and he was trying to get me to have more compassion for her (which I do now have, although it has nothing to do with this). He essentially threw himself under the bus by admitting she was the one who wanted to go ahead with it, not him. It was more important to him that I think better of her than the risk that I might think less of him (which I don't -- I actually think more of him).
But that didn't stop my father from loving me with an intensity that is, by his actions, completely beyond any debate.
Someone else might feel differently. And that's the thing. How someone would feel about knowing their parents aborted, or talked about aborting, is as individual as womens' feelings about being pregnant in the first place, and as individual as people's feelings about being alive.
