I’m reading Lindy West’s new book (it’s excellent, read it if you haven’t yet). It’s got one section where she talks about her abortion, and she mentions seeing someone she went to school with. It reminds me of a story from my Grandmother volunteering at the Lutheran Home For Unwed Mothers, in what’s now Lake Forest Park in, I believe, the 1930’s and 1940’s:
She and the other volunteers would do chores or drive the women around. Obviously, if you’re volunteering in a place like that, you can’t be that much of an asshole to single mothers that you know. Still, the stigma was so great at the time that the procedure was the volunteers sign in, and if any of the women needed anything they saw the list, they weren’t supposed to chose someone they knew.