Kelly Lang was in high school when she became pregnant. After she went with her sister to get a pregnancy test, and the test came back positive, she told her mother, who forced her to go through with an abortion:
“As my sister had predicted, my mother did not receive the news well- advising me to have an abortion, in part because the love of my life was older than me and I was technically still a minor, being a few weeks shy of eighteen. My mother quickly decided on a course of action. She informed me that I would in fact be going to college, in spite of my pregnancy. She contacted the Wichita clinic and got them to schedule an abortion for me for the next week. She told me that I was not to see my boyfriend until after the procedure was completed. She further informed me that she would drive me to the clinic. After returning home, she would call my boyfriend and tell him to drive to Wichita and bring me home.
I was to pay half of the fee and he was to pay the other half. If I did not agree to her demands, she would have him prosecuted for statutory rape.
Over the next few days, my mother spent more time with me than at any other time in my life. Sadly, this was not because she wanted to share my few moments of pregnancy with me. Rather, it stemmed from a fear that if I were to spend time with my boyfriend, we would find a way to not have the abortion.
No amount of tears changed my mother’s mind. She was determined – and that was that…
The trip to the clinic was filled with pleading and begging. But no amount of pleading touched my mother’s heart. Arriving at the clinic, my mother signed the paperwork handed to her. As we waited for my mane to be called, I tried one last time to sway her, pleading with her, “Please, mom! Please don’t do this.”
The nightmare continued as my name was called and I was led to a small office halfway down a long hallway. The lady behind the desk asked me if I had any questions. As the last word left her mouth, I was on my feet, running down the hallway, throwing open the double waiting room doors – still pleading and begging for mercy. I fell to my knees sobbing. It was then that I felt my arms being pulled upward and I was dragged to a room where my baby was sucked away.
I lived with the consequences of this nightmare for the next 30 years – constantly waking up to the pain, the void, the anger, the depression, the loneliness, and the self-destructive impulses I experience every day. I was convinced that everything that ever went wrong in my life was a punishment for having aborted my baby.”
30 years later, after going to Rachel’s Vineyard, she finally confronted her mother. Kelly says:
“Her comment to me was that she really didn’t remember it. It was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life, and my mom said she didn’t even remember it.”
Janet Morana Shockwaves: Abortions Wider Circle of Victims (New Jersey: Catholic Book Publishing Corp., 2017) 119-120Share on Facebook