When I was a college student in the mid ‘90s, Planned Parenthood was a life-saver. I used their services for affordable, routine gynecological care that any young, sexually active person would need. Living in a big city, it was in my neighborhood, and thankfully, there were never any protesters to get by to access my doctor.

When I was 21 years old, working part-time as a waitress and studying full-time, my boyfriend and I had an accident. I’d just gone off the pill (I don’t remember why) and the condom broke. No problem. Off to Planned Parenthood I went for the morning-after pill. I was treated with dignity and given the pill. Unfortunately it didn’t work (again, I don’t remember the details). Planned Parenthood referred me to a local clinic for an abortion. I had to wait a few weeks to have it because this was all so early. My boyfriend drove me to the clinic, I had the easy procedure, and he took me home. I recovered with some mild cramping for 24 hours.

I have never for one moment felt guilt or shame or regret about that abortion. It was a simple procedure to give me my life back. I’m now 43 years old. I have a Master’s degree, a lovely home, a great husband, and two fabulous little boys. I was in no position 22 years ago to become a mother. I knew my boyfriend at the time was not the one, and I had plans that didn’t involve babies at 21.

Thank you Planned Parenthood and all the health care providers who brave the silliness that is our current political climate about a personal (and sensible!) decision. Want fewer abortions? Fund Planned Parenthood and maintain the Affordable Care Act requirements that contraceptives be included in health insurance policies. Need a hobby? Volunteer to raise money for food banks and other not-for-profits that help poor families.