Category: Women’s Stories

Jessica tells her story:

“It’s been just over four months since my abortion. There isn’t a day when I don’t think back and wish I had made a different decision. Prior to making my decision I wish I would have done more research. Looked up more stories. I hope that more people can share their stories and urge people against abortion. Contrary to how this may sound so far I’m not anti-abortion. I and most deffinity pro-choice. Everyone had the choice and I made mine.

I found out I was pregnant at about four weeks, and waiting roughly a week before I told my BF. I really just wasn’t sure how to tell him. We hadn’t wanted kids or anything. We both agreed we were going to wait until I had started my career. We did at the time, and still plan on sharing our lives together. But things happen. I got pregnant. I had previously said that I would never give up a child, but I did. Being naive and young, I let my boyfriend make most of the decision. He drove me, he made the phone calls. To this day, most of my friends and none of my family even know i was prego.

Talk about secrets. This is one that I will live with for the rest of my life. I have absolutly no one to talk to. I can’t talk to my BF as many girls can’t. Men see things completely differently, expecialy when i comes to children. They don’t want them. Not before they’re 30, anyways. Even though I didn’t want a child before, there is nothing i want more now. I don’t know if it is because I’m depressed about not having one, or if I believe that I would make a great mom. That I really just want a child.

When people tell you about the emotional side affects, believe them. Even if you are absolutly sure that you want to abort you will have some regret. Some “what if”s. And you will have feelings about what you did. To what degree no one can say. Make sure you are fully aware of what you are doing prior to making any decisions. Please.”

Jessica “Should have done some research” Aborted Women: In Their Own Words Pregnant Pause

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Jennifer G: tells her story:

“When I was 15 I had an abortion. I felt like I had no other choice. I needed to go to school and pursue the rest of my life. The abortion clinic assured me it wasn’t a baby, that it was no big deal, just a simple medical procedure. I knew something was terribly wrong with that. I fell into a deep depression and stayed in my bed for weeks. I didn’t want to do anything… Years went on and there was no one to help me. Nobody wanted to talk about it.”

Jennifer O’Neill Healing through God’s Grace after Abortion (Deerfield Beach, Florida: Faith Communications, 2005) xv

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One abortion patient said:

“I was almost 5 months when I told my mother so I had to pay $1,000 to have a saline abortion and the doctor stuck this big needle in my stomach and joked and laughed the whole time like he was at a golf game with his country club buddies and he had no emotion or empathy for me it was awful and demeaning, then I was admitted into the hospital until I delivered the baby, the pain that I had with the delivery were terrible and when the baby came the insensitive nurse said It’s a girl! Like it was a normal delivery and it was a happy occasion but all I could do was cry, after that I was taken into another room where the doctor removed the after birth and checked me for missing body parts from the baby and there was so much blood I thought I was gonna die right there. Then they put the baby in a jar and left her in the bathroom on the edge of the shower for me to see.”

Source: AbortionTV can be found here.

Above: preborn baby at 20 weeks. This was the age of the baby the woman aborted.

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A post-abortion woman named Sophia wrote:

“In the clinic in Brighton, I asked the nurse if I could be told whether it was a boy or a girl. I got a brisk reply: “We don’t talk about that here.”

When I came around after the operation, I was in excruciating pain from cramps. All around me I could hear the wailing of the other girls – it’s the most terrible place for a woman to be in. No love or care was shown to any of us – we were just put out and operated on. There was the odd boyfriend there, hanging around awkwardly before going off to the beach when his girlfriend was wheeled away…

I was discharged with a few antibiotic pills. I was relieved, and wrote in my diary, “It’s all over.” What a lie! If I was honest, I felt dead inside…”

Melanie Symonds, Phyllis Bowman And Still They Weep: Personal Stories of Abortion (The SPUC Educational Research Trust, 1996) 46 – 47

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From a post-abortive woman named Bernadette:

“I became pregnant in my late teens, and 10 weeks into the pregnancy I had an abortion. A trusted doctor assured me that the procedure would be simple, effective, with no after effects. I was never told that abortion would lead to deep depression, that every time I heard a baby cry it was like a knife turning in my heart. Abortion is supposed to be a quick fix for an unwanted pregnancy, but there is no quick fix for regret, grief and the pain of loss. The most powerful witnesses for the humanity of the unborn are not scientists, but mothers who mourn. We women are not crying over products of conception. We are crying over the deaths of our children.”

“I had an abortion at ten weeks.” Love Them Both

Visisted February 1, 2019

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Leila Miller went to an abortion facility to get a free pregnancy test. She describes the uneasy feelings she and her friend shared when they entered the clinic.

“I can’t remember how I convinced myself to walk into that place… All I know is that when I walked into that place, it was like walking into the cold and dark of hell. The women in the seats had a death pall on their faces, as if the life had been drained out of them. The receptionist was stony and gray.

The woman who took me back to the double bank of dingy stalls for the urine sample was as pallid and mechanical as the others, and I remember wondering, What is wrong with all these people? It was downright funereal. In the course of writing this piece, I asked my friend [who had come with the author] to recall our trek to that clinic, an event that she had all but forgotten. We had not discussed it in 30 years, and yet she remembers the place as “somber, sad, and scary,” describing it as “cold, sterile, and unfeeling.”

With a flat affect, the dreary woman informed me that my pregnancy test was negative. Relieved, I hurried back to my friend, who had been left in that dreadful waiting room, and we flew out of there into the fresh air.

My poor friend was upset. “I am never going back to a place like that ever again!” I finally realized what those women were there for, and the pall of death was real.”

Patrick Madrid Surprised by Life (Manchester, New Hampshire: Sophia Institute Press, 2017) 90 – 91

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A woman later came to deeply regret her abortion. She came up with a name for her baby. She would have named him Jude:

“I’ve done a lot of “bad” things in my life. I’ve made choices that will forever haunt me no matter how much money I shell out for a shrink. But the choice that I made on that day, the choice to sign my name on a piece of paper that would give my consent to terminating a pregnancy is chief among the ones I regret most.

Yes, I regret my abortion.

I regret not thinking through it more carefully. I regret not considering that I might have been a really great mom. And I regret that there’s no amount of regret that can reverse the decision I made….

She describes how she felt on seeing the ultrasound:

“Seeing a picture of the ultrasound made my eyes tear up. I could hardly make out anything but simply knowing there was the beginnings of a human behind that photo made it hard to breathe.”

She went home with the pills and talked to her boyfriend before she took them:

“You just take those pills at the directed times and then in three days it’s over?” John confirmed after I explained the process.

“Yeah, not as complicated as I thought it would be,” I shrugged.…..

I’d hoped John would stay but he had to be up early for work the next morning.

“….You sure you don’t want to stay?”

I knew what his answer would be before he opened his mouth.

“I really can’t, I’m sorry. I want to, though.” The way he looked down at his sneakers rather than into my eyes was telling enough….

I pulled back to kiss him but he turned his lips away so that mine landed on his cheek. And that’s when I knew. I felt it in my gut. There was someone else. And after the abortion was over, we would be too.”

Her friend Sarah tries to encourage her:

“It’s okay, you’ll be fine and this is going to be over soon and everything will be back to normal and you’ll be okay…” her words gave me comfort. They were familiar and safe. And they were what kept me from possibly hurting myself because of what I’d done that night. Because right before she opened the door, I remembered I had a pair of toenail clippers in my purse and wondered how the blade would feel against my skin if I got creative enough.”

Then she takes the pills:

“I have a feeling it would have been a boy,” I said softly before taking a sip of Gatorade. “His name would have been Jude. Amory Jude. After Amory Blaine in This Side of Paradise, but he’d go by Jude so he wouldn’t have to tell his friends his mom named him after a literary character and possibly get made fun of,” I looked at Sarah in the eyes. “Because if I kept him, I’d never let anyone pick on him…ever,” a tear fell onto the Gatorade bottle in my lap.

I took the first pill to begin the process — a process I had no clue I’d grow to deeply regret. Because I regret my abortion.

And because if I hadn’t, his name would have been Jude.”

She would have named him Jude. But he never got a chance to be born.

“Why I Regret My Abortion” Your Tango September 5, 2017

visited 10/2/2017

 

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