I killed Savita Halappanavar by choosing to stay silent about my abortion – and I'm so sorry
I never did have the hard conversation with my family about my abortion. They continue to float on in blissful ignorance, thinking that abortion is something that happens to other people. Heartless people. Or that an Irish abortion in the UK means there is no abortion in Ireland
Tuesday 22 May 2018
I killed Savita Halappanavar.
Every time I see her image, the one with the broad smile, I am disturbed. I knew it back in 2012, when Savita died after being refused an abortion. Now with the repeal vote coming up – as her friends and her parents give us a full view of the woman, young and vital, living in Galway, as I once did – the full horror of the situation hits me again. I killed Savita.
The sickness from the pit of my stomach, the constriction of my throat and the tears come automatically. My head starts to pound, my toes go cold. The guilt. I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry.