
Elizabeth Banks in Call Jane
(Picture: Alamy Stock Photo)When I was 16 years old, I had a job in an abortion clinic. It was private, not NHS, based in an unassuming house down the street from where I lived, and the sign outside gave no indication of the roughly 20 to 35 procedures that took place every day, safely and without fuss, inside.
Every day, I would stand at the reception desk as women of all ages and from all walks of life (well, all who could scrape together the money to pay for it) and hand them a form to fill in.