Testimony of Clarissa, January 22, 2012
“I was just finishing my medical assisting courses and my internship was at a women’s health center. I was going to be taking vital signs, answering phones, checking patients in and drawing blood. I showed up to work and I was shocked to find out they did abortions there.
When I asked to be assigned to a different location, they told me there was nowhere else to go. In the weeks that followed, I was gradually introduced to the horrors of that place. The girls that came to the door were sometimes crying, they were sometimes quiet and sometimes they were laughing. But they all had sadness in their eyes. At the end of my internship, I was offered a job. As a single mother with bills to pay, I thought that I had no choice. From there, it only got worse. The girls who were unsure were lied to and coerced into killing their babies. They were told it was safe, they were not informed of their options, and they were never told about how they would feel afterwards. The girls that were only a month or two along would be given pills that would kill the baby and told they would have heavy bleeding. They were never told that they were going to be flushing their babies down the toilet. The girls who were farther along, they were given two medications, one so they wouldn’t feel anything, the other one so they wouldn’t remember. The medications did not always work. They were held down by the abortionist’s assistants, screaming in agony, as their babies were ripped apart and pulled out with a vacuum. If they were ever to change their minds, they were told that it was too late. When the medicine did work, the abortionist and his assistants would laugh, tell jokes, and even watch TV while they were killing the babies. Afterwards, the girls were ushered out the back door in varying conditions, some barely able to walk, vomiting, confused, high and their medications, and crying hysterically.
One after the other, they would get on the table, and kill their babies. I hated going to work. I would get in the car every morning with a knot in my stomach, and go home every night, and get sick. It was an awful place to be. Many of the girls who work there did drugs in order to deal with the pain that they were experiencing from working there.”Share on Facebook