At one time I was for abortion, until I learned what it is actually about. I was greatly mislead by the media
I find it very uncomfortable to talk or read about abortion. I try to avoid it because the entire subject is just too sickening. It reminds me of how unnatural and depraved this society has become. Before, I had no qualms about talking about it, because I didn’t understand what it was all about.
I hear about young women in my town having abortions all the time. I find it hard to have any respect for them. How can I have respect for a person that killed their own helpless child?
My neighbor’s daughter had an abortion (perhaps more than one) when she was young. She doesn’t want to admit it to anyone, but her mother and I finally put two and two together and figured it out for ourselves. You can tell, after knowing her for a while, that it deeply affected her emotionally. She is now incapable of having any children, and needs some sort of gynecological surgery.
It was my senior year in high school. I was on top of the world, and I truly thought that nothing terrible could happen to me. I wanted to be Homecoming Queen, date the cutest guys in school, and get the best grades. I had a plan to go to college. Well, I don’t know everything.
In the beginning of the school year I became pregnant. My boyfriend (then) and I both agreed to have an abortion. After all, it was our senior year in high school, and we had our whole lives ahead of us to look forward to. We weren’t ready for a child… how could we be committed to a child when we weren’t even really committed to each other? Although we had been dating for one-and-a-half years, we weren’t too sure about what was planned in our future. We were both extremely religious. We were scared.
We agreed to have the abortion, and I offered to pay for it and handle all the details concerning it. But I stalled, and for some reason, I don’t even know why I did. Well, it got to the point where I was over three months pregnant, and I no longer wanted to get an abortion. Of course, my boyfriend and I fought a lot about it, and I was left extremely undecided.
All of a sudden my back began to hurt, and I had to go in to the doctor’s office to have it checked. After the appointment, I finally decided to tell my mom what was going on with me.
Talk about fear. I was scared out of my wits! I guess now that I just didn’t want to face her, or my dad’s, disappointed look. Well, when I told my mom (I decided that I would let her tell my dad), she told me that I was going to get an abortion. She also told me that she wanted to speak to Jeremy’s (my boyfriend’s name) mom as soon as possible.
Well, I ended up being the one to tell Jeremy’s mom about the whole thing. He, as with me, didn’t want to tell his mom. It was sort of a spontaneous decision to decide to do so. Of course, both her and Jeremy wanted me to get an abortion as well. Then I discovered that my dad wanted the abortion performed as well.
My situation was horrible. My mother and I set a date… and we were going to split the price with Jeremy’s family. I didn’t want to go through the abortion. For me, having an abortion in the second trimester was against everything that I believed in. But I went along with it… mostly because I knew that I couldn’t compete with the desires of every one else around me. Finally I told my mom that if she was going to force me to have an abortion, she was going to have to send me off to a different place because I couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to stand any of them. The ball was now in her park… I was going to go through with the abortion, but she now understood my terms.
The week of the scheduled abortion, my family and I went to church (as always). I went up to the altar to ask for guidance and strength in what I was about to do. My pastor prayed for me, and my eyes were opened. I finally saw the right decision… the ball was now in my court.
What did I do? I decided to keep the child. I fought long and hard with the father’s family, but I stuck with my decision. I kept my baby, and he is absolutely beautiful. I became pro-life instead of pro-choice when I was faced with the decision to choose. I made the right choice, and I hope and pray that all of you who may be considering abortion will also make the right choice.
Sincerely yours,
Faye Escomiendo
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