“It took five hours. The pain was terrible; I’d never been through pain like that before. I tried to hold it in, but tears just kept falling all the time. I was vomiting, but nothing was coming up, because I’d had nothing to eat.”
Melanie Symonds, Phyllis Bowman And Still They Weep: Personal Stories of Abortion (The SPUC Educational Research Trust, 1996) 128
“At age 26 a second marriage ended with my third abortion. It was now legal in Arizona, so I didn’t have to run away. It was neat, clean, and fast. I woke from the anesthetic sobbing. The nurse, trying to comfort me, repeated, “It’s all right, dear. It’s over. It’s over.” I knew – that’s why I cried. But I didn’t talk about it.
The American Psychological Association announced recently that “most women who have abortions experience a sense of relief,” rather than “any lasting psychological trauma.” I felt that relief – every time.
I got on with my life, as everyone around me advised…
For so many years – I resisted – thinking about the abortion. It always hurt too much. After the first one, I would count years by their ages. I’d imagine how old each child would’ve been that year. After the second, after the third, it became too difficult to carry their ages. I knew it was a hurting thing to do. I accepted the abortions as done, as choices, awful choices, between fire and ice, between rocks and hard places…
I didn’t have three abortions because I was a bad, but simply a hurting girl, alone and denying a part of myself I could not accept. No one told me that a woman, a girl, who chooses to end a pregnancy has the right to mourn. I thought that since I had chosen abortion, I had given up that right.”
Quoted in Ruth Colker Abortion and Dialogue: Pro-Choice, Pro-Life, and American Law (Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1992) 51
Victoria from Pennsylvania told the story of her third abortion. Her Planned Parenthood counselor told her her child was a “blob of tissue”, even though she was 4 months along:
“My last abortion was done at four months. I felt there was no way out, I felt trapped. I was dropped off at Planned Parenthood, and went in alone, and petrified.
At that abortion mill, I was told that “it’s the best thing to do, you won’t feel anything” and it’s only “a blob of tissue.” The nurse escorted me to the “procedure room.” The room was cold, with a distinct smell. While waiting for the pain meds to kick in, I saw in the corner a large canister with a long tube and attached on the end was a very sharp object. Then I heard the sucking machine. The doctor took that tube with the sharp object attached and shoved it up inside of me with such force that I couldn’t breathe. The pain medicine never kicked in. I was crying, telling them the pain medicine isn’t helping. I felt everything. I begged the nurse to help me, to stop. The pain was unbelievable! No one listened. They just continued to suck my baby through that tube into pieces.”
Janet Morana Shockwaves: Abortions Wider Circle of Victims (New Jersey: Catholic Book Publishing Corp., 2017) 21 – 22
Georgette Forney told the following story about her abortion in testimony before the Subcommittee on Science, Technology, and Space, and Transportation, March 3, 2004. Quoted from Healing through God’s Grace after Abortion:
“In 1994, I was with a small group of women, and we were sharing our struggles with one another. One young woman expressed how she had been struggling to bond with her newborn son. She said that she had an abortion in college and felt it was why she couldn’t bond with her baby. She said she was going through abortion recovery counseling. I told her I had an abortion when I was 16, and it was no big deal. I said she simply needed to get over it.
About six months later something strange happened, which forced me to recall that conversation. I was in my basement cleaning out boxes, and I found my yearbook from my junior year in high school. I picked it up and thought I’d take a quick stroll down memory lane.
But something strange happened. Instead of opening the book and seeing the kid’s faces, I felt my baby in my arms. I knew instantly it was my child that I had aborted. I knew she was a little girl. I could feel her little bum in my right hand and her back and neck in my left. And I knew that I had missed out on parenting a wonderful person who would’ve brought a lot of joy into my life.
For the first time in 19 years, as I felt my baby’s presence in my arms, I realized the full impact of my abortion. And I began to weep. As I left I remember the conversation from six months earlier, and I immediately called that woman. I was crying, and I said I needed help. She came over immediately and sat with me while I wept and began grieving for my aborted baby.”
Jennifer O’Neill Healing through God’s Grace after Abortion (Deerfield Beach, Florida: Faith Communications, 2005) 140 – 141
“My husband and I had talked about having another child, so I was excited and also nervous. I told my husband, and he was angry. I couldn’t understand. I thought that we had talked about this, and we wanted another baby. He said that he was never really on board with having another baby and that the timing was not right. I was 100% against abortion, so when he mentioned it I said “absolutely not” and explained my beliefs. He didn’t listen, and I’m sure he didn’t care. He kept bringing it up, saying it was our only option. I thought about adoption, but how do explain that to your 9-year-old? After a few weeks of feeling like the pregnancy was all my fault and the only way to make my husband happy was to abort the baby, I made the appointment.
I went to my appointment alone in December. It was three hours away. I remember the text messages I received from my husband saying it was for the best. I continued to not want to do it, but felt that it was my only option….
I left as soon as they would let me and I drove myself the three hours home. I vowed to myself that I would never get pregnant again, even though I wanted more children. I told myself I didn’t deserve another baby—to feel the joy and happiness of watching a child grow up. It took its toll on my marriage for many months. I blamed him and hated him for making me do it. He didn’t make me do it. He didn’t make me do anything. I was weak and chose what I thought was the easy way to making my husband happy. I didn’t take into account my feelings until it was too late. The regret still haunts me to this day.”
“As a sixteen-year-old girl, while I lay there on the abortionist table, I looked over and saw my baby mutilated in the glass container that was connected to the abortion machine , and this image has forever been etched in my mind. As I looked over and saw it, I asked the nurse if that was my baby?
Her reply was, “No, that is not what you think it is; now will you please look the other way?” indicating the direction opposite of my baby … After seeing the visual I got, I knew the “truth” that my baby was mutilated. I cannot imagine the agony this caused my baby, as she died.”
Serena Gaefke 101 Reasons Not to Have an Abortion: A Girl‘s Guide to Informed Choices (2010) 18
“I was supporting Greenpeace and I didn’t eat meat. I was vegetarian because I thought it was appalling and barbaric to kill an animal… So I stopped eating meat. I supported Greenpeace and I was against the war in Vietnam…
When all my friends – who were involved in these same things – found themselves pregnant, they all had abortions… All my friends told me how “far out” abortion was. One girl had had an abortion while tripping with LSD to rock music, and she said it was really far out. I didn’t know anything about abortion; but they said it was a step forward for humanity and a step forward for women. So I thought when I got pregnant, well, this must be something that’s consistent with all of these compassionate people’s values, or they wouldn’t have abortions.
When I went for counseling, I was told I had three choices. The first was to have the baby, keep it, and be tied down for the rest of my life and lose my boyfriend. The second one was to have the baby, give it up for adoption (which was emotionally impossible), and never get over it. These sounded like bad choices.
Choice number three was to have a safe, simple, legal abortion, go on with my life, keep my boyfriend, and go on like it never happened. This sounded like a good choice.
I asked a little bit about the baby. They said, “Oh, it’s not a baby. It’s an indeterminable cluster of cells.”
Years later:
“So one day in my third pregnancy I went to the mailbox, and there was a mailing from the National Right to Life Committee. I didn’t know who that was. I don’t know who put me on the mailing list. But I got an envelope, and this picture was inside. And it said, “Did you know this is how big you were when you were 11 weeks old?”
Now, the baby I aborted was 11 weeks old, and can you imagine what this did to me when I saw this baby with the hands and face, sucking his thumb? And they told me it was a cluster of cells… And I was supporting Greenpeace and not eating meat because I was so compassionate and couldn’t kill a cow.
At this point I came face-to-face with the fact that I killed my baby. It was a devastating moment in my life…..
I can try and talk to other women, other young girls so they can see the truth. So that they’ll know. Because if there had been somebody outside that hospital the day I walked in, if they had had a picture of this baby, I would not have had an abortion, and my life would be so much better – and I wouldn’t be obsessed with who that baby was, because I’d be loving that child.”
Paula Ervin Women Exploited: The Other Victims of Abortion (Huntington, Indiana: Our Sunday Visitor Inc., 1985) 50-55
“I was given a saline abortion at four months, and I never once was told of the pain involved during the injection of the saline solution into my womb. Neither was I told of the pain involved in labor, not even that my body would go into labor to reject the struggling, dying baby that was being burned alive in my uterus. Over four hours after the injection, I gave birth to my dead son. I know he was my son because I asked the nurse what it was as she removed the bedpan, and she said, “It’s a boy.”
Testimony received the National Abortion Rights Action League (now NARAL Pro-Choice America) and Sen. Gordon Humphrey.
Susan Neiburg Terkel Abortion: Facing the Issues (New York: Franklin Watts, 1988) 52
“I found out I was pregnant on a Tuesday and aborted on a Friday. At the time I was thinking I needed to fix it and quick.
The doctor sat at the end of the bed and took a metal basin with my baby’s remains in it and sloshed it around and said well I think we got all of it. It was then I immediately felt regret and remorse at that moment…
They refer to women like me as the walking dead. I merely existed and did a poor job of that. I couldn’t think about anything else. I was so hollow and so empty. Just stripped of joy, stripped of my life.”
“When I got pregnant, my boyfriend and I decided the nonsurgical method was best because I could end my pregnancy at home… my nonsurgical procedure was not the quick fix I wanted – for my body or for my heart.”
Mary Eberstadt “No Video, Please: We’re Killing Something” National Review August 24, 2015