Much of the conversation about abortion, and especially about late term abortion, is really a coded defense of ableism.

When you get a poor prenatal diagnosis (and I have), doctors typically talk to you about the immense suffering your child will experience if she survives. They paint the worst possible scenario. For my child, it was under-developed lungs, twisted limbs, cerebral palsy, and nebulous “developmental disabilities.” Some of these prognostications were accurate, and others were not, but they were presented to me with utter certainty and complete hopelessness.