Category: Anti-Choice Abortions

A post-abortion woman named “Leena” tells the following story:

“I’m now 21 years old, and I had my abortion 2 months ago… I was about six weeks pregnant.

It was, and has been, the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through in my life. I didn’t want to do it… I just felt stuck, like I had no choice.

My boyfriend and I had been together for only about six months, and were living together. We were not having protected sex, so my pregnancy was bound to happen.

He knew, before I did, that I was pregnant. He told me for a couple of weeks, and I kept saying, “Nah, nah… my period isn’t due yet.” But I was wrong.

One Saturday, I went to the grocery store to pick up my pregnancy test, and secretly took it that day. When the pink line came up fast, I was completely shocked. I walked out of the bathroom, not being able to speak, and just motioned for my boyfriend to go look in the bathroom.

The first thing he said to me was, “His name is Alex.” I was in more shock than he was, almost crying. But in the back of my mind, I was so happy. I’d always wanted a baby. I’d always imagined myself pregnant. It was finally happening for me.

For the next few days, my boyfriend told me he’d support me in whatever decision I made, whether it was to keep it, or have and abortion. I always said I didn’t know, but I secretly knew I wanted the baby. I figured, we’re both adults, we both work, and I’m planning on going back to school. To top it off, we’re in love and planned on getting married. I could do this.

But suddenly, he put down the line. I had to abort the baby. We weren’t ready financially or emotionally, he said. I didn’t want to. I cried, and cried.

I couldn’t function during the day. I made an appointment at the abortion clinic. I cried, and cried. The night before my appointment, I cried, and begged him to let me keep it.

There was nothing more I wanted than to keep this baby. I wish I would have been stronger. But I wasn’t, and I went through with it. The morning of my appointment was dark and rainy. We drove, and I was numb.

Once we got inside, I was shocked at how many women/girls were there. I cried from the time that they called my name, to the time I went under anesthesia.

It was the scariest thing I’ve ever been through. And I would never go through it again.

To this day, I hate seeing pregnant women. It can ruin my day to see one. Babies, even.

It breaks my heart to know that in February, I would have had my own. The worst thing is that I feel like I don’t have anyone to talk to. My boyfriend and I are still together, but it’s not the same. He doesn’t understand what it feels like. God love him, he does try. But a man will never know what an abortion feels like.

The moment you find out your pregnant, you have an instant bond… something that no one will never be able to understand until they experience it themselves.

Did I do the right thing? I still ask myself that everyday. If I took away the emotions, I would say, “Yes.” I’m only 21 years old, and I still have my entire life.

I’m trying to get through school, and work full time to get through it. My boyfriend and I are broke. We are scraping by, with rent every month. Financially, we could not support a baby right now.

But, with the emotions? Yes, I wish I did have that baby. That was my child and, even without any money at all, that would be the love of my life… So its hard to say. Its over now, and I have to get on with my life.

I will always love that little boy with all of my heart and, someday, I’ll have him again. Till then, I just have to learn to be strong.”

From Abortion Concern

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A postabortion woman told the following story:

“I got an abortion on March 4, 2017. I knew I didn’t want one, I knew it was wrong, and I knew it was a mistake. I’m 21 and a senior in college. I’m graduating in May and so is my boyfriend. He’s the logical one, and I’m the emotional one. I wanted to keep my baby, but he refused to even consider it. Although I know he would help me raise the baby in the end, he would resent me and even told me how miserable he would be. I kept saying, “I don’t want to have an abortion; I want to keep my baby; this is wrong; I’m going to regret this; you’re forcing me to do this,” etc, etc. He still kept saying we had to. He got up and drove me to the clinic… I went in still saying I didn’t want to do it.

Right before I went back, my boyfriend finally told me, “If you get back there and decide you can’t, I’m not forcing you to do this.” But his face was saying, “You have to get this abortion.” Minutes later, they called me back and what was I supposed to do—ruin my boyfriend’s life? He made it very clear that’s what I’d be doing if I kept the baby. …. I made the biggest mistake of my life, and it’s something I’m never going to forgive myself for.

I can’t stop crying. I hate myself. I have a stuffed animal I keep dressing up in the onesie I was given at a Women’s Care Center when I got my pregnancy test. They were so kind there. I don’t want anyone else to ever have to feel this way. I wish I had at least postponed the appointment a few weeks, so I would have been able to have more time. Now it’s too late, and there’s nothing I can do to ever get my baby back. I’m never going to hold him, hug him, kiss him, care for him, feed him, take him to his first day of school, take him to college, watch him grow up, read him stories, or play with him. And those are only a few things I’m never going to get to do because of abortion.” Ashley Wehrli “15 Women Who Regretted Their Abortion Tell All” Babygaga Apr 20 2018

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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) 119-120

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