Always enveloped in darkness hidden shame and veils of sorrow.
The emptiness the sunlight and happiness to grey they couldn’t look at you. The ones who did didn’t know and that was for the best.
The unwanted comments the stares gestures and question what’s it to be a boy our a girl a fucking corspe you want to scream. You remain silent politely smile hid the tears in your eyes.
You carry a double stigma. The shame that you can’t shoot out a healthy baby every nine months. A healthy boy baby at that.
The other being a stigma your use to carrying you carry every day the stigma of being poor.
You can’t travel couldn’t even go to Belfast we just didn’t have the means. I couldn’t even ask my Mam she wore those stupid little feet in the last referendum.
Utterly alone both of us pointing, blame, shouting names, afraid. Let down by state, church and health care.
This is the silent voice the voice that in this repeal debate that is not being heard. The women who carry the double stigma who carry the shame of being poor.
There was no cuddle cots, there was no washing and dressing and no hugs. He died in the womb never knowing the outside world. There was no minutes of breath no hope just desperate labour pains and despair.
No white coffin nothing they gave us his body a year later five years later they sent a letter returning the body parts they never asked us permission to take.
No life no hope but two funerals for a child that never lived.
So many can’t travel for reasons of their own so many suffer alone. We need to repeal the eight amendment. We need to do that now.
We need access on all parts of this island to essential healthcare we need Free Save and Legal.
We need to ensure this never happens any more.