Handicapped Adults Grateful Not to Have Been Aborted

When abortion was being discussed in Great Britain as a solution to the problem of children being born with birth defects after many pregnant women took the drug thalidomide, three disabled people wrote to the London Daily Telegraph. They were Elaine Duckett, who had useless hands and arms, Glynn Verdon, who could not use his legs, and Caryl Hodges, who had use of neither arms nor legs. They said:

“We were fortunate in having been allowed to live and we want to say with strong conviction how thankful we are that none took it upon themselves to destroy us as helpless cripples. We have found worthwhile and happy lives and we face our future with confidence. Despite our disability, life still has much to offer and we are more than anxious, if only metaphorically, to reach out toward the future. This, we hope, will give hope to parents of the thalidomide babies, and at the same time serve to condemn those who would contemplate the destruction of a limbless baby.”

Quoted in John Jefferson Davis “Abortion” (Chapter 6) Evangelical Ethics, Phillipsberg, NJ: Presbyterian and Reformed, 1985. p 156-157. Also quoted in John Ankerberg “When Does Life Begin?”

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Parents of Handicapped Children Tell Why They Didn’t Abort, and Express their Joy For Their Handicapped Children

A woman called Dr. Laura’s show and told the story of her abortion. She had aborted her baby after tests showed the child had Down’s Syndrome. Shortly afterwards, two people wrote in to respond to her comments. Here are their letters.

“Dr. Laura,

Today, the 28th of March I was listening to talk to one of your callers. She recently had terminated the life of her child in her 20th week of pregnancy and I believe the child’s 20th week of life.

The child’s life was ended when it was diagnosed with Down Syndrome. This really struck a nerve and infuriated me, as I and my wife have the honor of being parents to our 22 month son, Conner, with Down Syndrome that along with our other 2 children (a daughter 8 and a son 5) the joy and light of our life. This person that ended the child’s life has no idea of the joy or divine love that these special people possess. It is hard for me to understand the callousness that she had about thinking that the child was a mistake of nature and it was okay to terminate its life. I would almost dare say that it is our limited understanding of these special people that is the problem.

I have often looked into Conner’s eyes and have felt a true divine, Godlike love shining forth. I will be honest and say that our life has not been changed by Conner. Unlike our other two children that walked before they were one and talked by two and developed in what we understand as “normal”. Conner has yet to walk on his own, but he does possess the ability to brighten the darkest days we have faced.

I would hate to think of life without Conner, he is the light in our families lives. Our other children think the world of him and I feel are gaining a greater understanding and acceptance of “ALL” people, unlike the caller today. She has missed a wonderful opportunity to learn and grow.

Also, Dr. Laura, from what we are told that the DS tests, that are performed when the children are still in the womb, are not that reliable. We know of several people who had those tests and they came back positive and had they chooses to end that life, they would have been out one of their children.

Thanks for letting me vent and now I feel better, keep up the good work. And yes, my wonderful wife is our kids MOM and I am my kids DAD!!!!

Zan N.”

The second letter:

“Dear Dr. Laura,

….I had to respond to a call I heard today that was from a woman who justified killing her 20 week old fetus because they found out that the baby had down syndrome. She felt it was more humane to kill her child than to allow the child to experience life with Down Syndrome.

I am sad she feels that way. I have a 10 year old daughter who has a severe seizure disorder that causes her to have between 8-10 terrible seizures every month. She also has gross and fine motor delays, mild mental retardation, speech delays and low muscle tone throughout her body.

I admit it is a lot of work to take care of and raise my daughter, but when I look at her do I see a sad, depressed child who wished she were never born? No way! I see a beautiful, brave, happy, strong, wonderful child who brings happiness to every life she touches. I see a courageous child who wants to learn as much as she can and sees the world in such a wonderful and peaceful light. She is not concerned with the problems of the world, the worries of the day, the way her hair looks or the way she’s dressed. She isn’t counting her friends or what she has or doesn’t have. She is busy making the people around her laugh. Looking forward to seeing her grandpa and spending their special time together on Friday. Feeling proud that she is learning to stand on 1 foot and the progress she is making! So much innocence in the way she sees the world. I wish I could be more like her.

I gave her the right to life, but she has given so much more to me! She has taught me how to be strong, how to laugh, how to stand up for her rights! How to teach other children acceptance! How to celebrate the smallest of successes! How to reach out to others who learn and grow differently than myself. She has given me more than I can write in just one letter.

How sad for that lady that she will never have what I have. The chance to hug and love one of God’s most precious children! The chance to mold and guide one of God’s special angels. I am fortunate to have ALL my children in my life. But I feel especially blessed and honored that God entrusted ME with one of his most delicate and precious creations! In return, I promise to do my best to give her the best and happiest life that I possibly can, as long as I am lucky to have her in my life! Keep up the great work!

Susan C.
California

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C. Everett Koop On Disabled Children and Their Parents

C. Everett Koop, the former US Surgeon General, was one of the leading pediatric surgeon specializing in correcting birth defects and an opponent of legal abortion. He says:

“Yet, I have a sense of satisfaction in my career, best indicated perhaps by the fact that no family has ever come to me and said: “Why did you work so hard to save the life of my child?” And no grown child has ever come back ask me why, either.”

Ronald Reagan “Abortion and the Conscience of the Nation” (Nashville, Tennessee: Thomas Nelson, 1984) P. 55 Quoted in John Ankerberg and John Weldon “When Does Life Begin? And 39 Other Tough Questions About Abortion” (Brentwood TN: Wolgemuth and Hyatt Publishers, 1989)

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Handicapped Woman Decries Killing Disabled Infants

In 1973, Newsweek presented an article entitled “Should This Child Die?” which told the story of two doctors (Raymond S. Duff and A.G.M. Campbell who worked at the Yale-New Haven Hospital. These men were convincing parents to allow their handicapped infants to die by withholding medical care from them. They defended their actions, claiming that the children had “little or no hope of achieving meaningful humanhood” and termed them “vegetables.”

In December 1973, a disabled woman named Sondra Diamond wrote a letter in response to the article. She stated:

“I’ll wager my entire root system and as much fertilizer as it would take to fill Yale University that you have never received a letter from a vegetable before this one, but much as I resent the term, I must confess that I fit the description of a “vegetable” defined in the article “Shall This Child Die?”

Due to severe brain damage incurred at birth, I am unable to dress myself, toilet myself, or write; my secretary is typing this letter. Many thousands of dollars had to be spent on my rehabilitation and education in order for me to reach my present professional status as a counseling psychologist. My parents were also told, 35 years ago, that there was “little or no hope of achieving meaningful humanhood” for their daughter. Have I reached “humanhood”? Compared with Drs. Duff and Campbell I believe I have surpassed it!”

Quoted in Jean Staker Garton “Who Broke the Baby: What the Abortion Slogans Really Mean” (Minneapolis, Minnesota: Bethany House Publishers) 1979 pg 80

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Disabled Woman Speaks out on Abortion

A young handicapped woman named Carla Egan discussed her feelings on abortion in a newsletter from American Life League.

“Productive members of society like me are killed every day, before they are given the chances that I have been given…I graduated from college and excelled in my studies. I am employed in my field. But I was born with a bone condition…I have a type of dwarfism. Although I stand only four feet tall, I lead a normal life. I ride a bike, I swim, I work, I play…There are thousands of people like me who have been denied the chance to try because society didn’t feel like looking at them….People are aborted every day because society doesn’t feel like dealing with Down’s Syndrome, Spina Bifida, or other abnormalities. We have to take chances on people with disabilities, to learn from them, to have fun with them. We have to stop flushing them down the toilet.”

“Life for the Disabled” Celebrate Life, publication of American Life League, Oct 1991

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Two Babies, One Handicapped, One Not

Professor Jerome Lejeune, discoverer of the chromosomal pattern of Down syndrome once related a story he had heard from a geneticist colleague which sheds some light on the concept of human worth and the handicapped:

“Many years ago, my father was a Jewish physician in Braunau, Austria. On one particular day, two babies had been delivered by one of his colleagues. One was a fine, healthy boy with a strong cry. His parents were extremely proud and happy. The other was a little girl, but her parents were extremely sad, for she was a [mentally handicapped] baby. I followed them both for almost fifty years. The girl grew up, living at home, and was finally destined to be the one who nursed her mother through a very long and lingering illness after a stroke. I do not remember her name. I do, however, remember the boy’s name. He died in a bunker in Berlin. His name was Adolf Hitler.”

Quoted in “Why Can’t We Love Them Both” Dr. and Mrs. J.C. Willke. here

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Mother of Down Syndrome Child Talks about Her Daughter and Abortion

A mother of a child with Down Syndrome writes the following:

“Most women who choose to be tested [amniocentesis to detect Down Syndrome in the fetus] will also choose to abort the baby if the test is positive. Some studies say the figure is 90%…To muddy matters even more, the women who test are more often than not the mothers to be of ‘wanted’ babies.

That is, I want you if you are the baby I want. The idea that a mother might ever choose to have or not have her child based on knowing something about her child – his I.Q., what he will look like, his emotional demeanor- defies all logic of the heart….

In one of the most poignant, fierce, and determined battles to live deeply and well, Down Syndrome people are breaking through the walls of their own retardation and grasping their world…

Unlike those who would abort them, these Down Syndrome people have accepted the dare of life, which is to live it. In California, an eleven year old girl writes her first line on a computer. She painstakingly taps out “I like God’s finest whispers.”

In Brooklyn, a Down fifth grader dashes off the bus to his mother with a report card from his yeshiva; he has earned average grades in all his classes and speaks and writes in three different languages.

And then there’s our Chrissie, who last week crawled seven paces for the saltine cracker her dad held outstretched to her. She had been battling for that saltine for two months…

Chrissie is a blessing in a way a normal child is not. It is in describing her that the word “special” rises from banality and comes grippingly alive.

That she may now be a member of the last generation of her kind, a group silently and methodically targeted for extinction, alarms my heart. Especially now, knowing as I do that when she is older, Chrissie will be able to read- and understand- what I have written.”

Christine Allison “A Child to Lead Us” Human Life Review Summer 1989

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Young Woman Has Nightmares about Her Abortion

“I just want people to know that it’s not over in the operation room and they should think long and hard about their decision.”

I would just like to say I am glad someone put this website up, only I wish I had seen it two years ago when I had an abortion. I know it was probably the right thing to do considering my age (14). But it was not my choice it was my mother’s ….. I remember on the day of the abortion I refused to go to the clinic I was only forced to by my mom, my dad and his girlfriend told me I didn’t have to go through with it if I didn’t want to but the next morning my mom arrived to drive me and my ex-boyfriend to the clinic and I was in tears at the thought of what I was doing to my child but in the end I had the operation done. It was on of the most painful things I had ever felt. The procedure itself was only two minutes long but the pain physically and emotionally was enough to last me a life time. I threw up after and the recuperating room and my ex-boyfriend bought me roses and gave them to me, and to this day I have kept them dried in a safe place, and I also kept a copy of the ultrasound that is one of the most valuable things I own. I thought my pain and suffering was over that day but I was wrong ……. that night at my ex’s birthday party I fell asleep on his couch and I had this dream of my child screaming and when I found her she was torn and covered in blood and woke up crying. For months after that I still got dreams when ever I slept, and developed a slight case of insomnia because I was too scared to sleep because of my dreams. I am over the worst part now but I still do get dreams at least once a week, and I wish I had never had the abortion. I just want people to know that it’s not over in the operation room and they should think long and hard about their decision. I hope this helps some people as well on their choice.

~Lydia

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Teenager Who Had an Abortion: The Baby Is in My Every Thought

Hi my name is Amanda! I am 16 but will be 17 in 15 days. The date is Jan.5th. But on Oct.15th I had my first abortion.I think abortion is really wrong and I would have never got one if I really knew what was going on.

I was actually forced to by my parents and I say this b/c I had to choose between the love of my baby and my parents.

Well, here’s my story I began having sex at early 15 only looking for love and attention. Which later realized that is not what I was getting. I had sex with a guy I knew maybe a year and then later on found out I was pregnant. I was shocked but in a way glad b/c I love kids.
As I told my parents I got the impression which I never expected ( it was only b/c I’m white and he was black). I had no one on my side. I was so upset. All I wanted was for someone to tell me they loved me and they would be behind me 100%. I never got that so mom made the appointment. As I walked in the doors for the appointment everyone looks up. I sit down embarrassed of being there. My eyes are filled with tears. They begin calling names and I am the next to be called back and asked to get dressed in some little pieces of clothes. I go and sit back down and am asked to go get my ultrasound. I go into a room and some jelly stuff is spread on my belly, it’s cold and as I look into the monitor I see my tiny baby. I can see the whole body, I see the heart beating and I ask the women is the baby healthy she says yes. She tells me that I was 12 1/2 weeks so then I know it is not my boyfriends it is a guy I slept with only one time. I go outside to tell mama thinking it would be a bit easier now. Then I’m called back to the room it would all take place. I am asked to climb on the table , lie down ,and put my feet up. As I lie down on the cold table I had a feeling like no other. My heart began to beat fast, It almost hurt to breath, I began to shake all over and am asked to stay still. I tell mama I didn’t want to do this, please mama I say, she replies it will all be over in a minute. I lay there knowing what’s going on and cry loudly. What is said to be six minutes seems a lifetime. Then I’m sent to a recovery room for an hour. Everyone seemed so relieved but not me I’m longing for what I have just let go. I go home and still remember the sounds of the machine,the cold table, and every thought. Not until a couple days later did it really seem to hit. I began to go into a deep depression and still blame my parents. I always think about on may 15th I would be having a baby. I’m young but still know the feeling of heartache. I cry out all the time. I have nightmares that are awful and wake up screaming. I have flashbacks all the time. And sometimes I dream of what the baby would have been like and think of the fun things we would have been able to do together. The crazy thing is sometimes I still imagine the baby being there and feel something that is almost like a baby kicking in my stomach. I truly regret this and only wish I could take it back. The baby is in my every thought.

Thanks, Amanda

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Woman Appeals to Other Women Considering Abortion

August 9th 2000. That’s the day my life changed forever. I was 17, going into my senior year of high school. I am the youngest of five children, and my parents are extremely old fashioned. But anyway, here’s my story:

I had been with my boyfriend for about 3 months and we had just started having sex. We used protection and took precautions, but apparently not enough. I knew I was pregnant even before I took the test. I don’t know how to explain, I guess it was “mother’s instinct.” I told my boyfriend that I was a day late…a day! I just knew. so we waited until I was a week late and we went to the store and he bought a test. the next morning I took it and it came out positive. I just sat there….with no emotion. I called and told him. he didn’t have anything to say, he didn’t know what to say. we just decided that we’d talk about it when we could be together. I never wanted an abortion…not for one second through the entire ordeal. I
couldn’t tell my parents because I thought they would kick me out and I didn’t want them to be disappointed in me. I was seven weeks pregnant when we found out. I was in a trance so it was basically all up to him. I didn’t really know too much about abortion at the time. I went to a catholic high school so all they tell you is not to do it. he found the place but I had to call. it was the hardest phone call to make. the date I was scheduled was august 9th. my baby had a scheduled date to die. my baby. it’s an amazing feeling to have a living thing inside of you. knowing that it needs you to survive.

so august 9th came. my boyfriend went with me. neither of us realized what was actually going on. we did what they told us and that was it. I didn’t look at my sonogram, they had the screen facing away. I didn’t admit that I was really pregnant until I heard the doctor say, “yup your definitely pregnant.” the doctors there were extremely nice and they reminded me I had other options but I insisted that my parents would kill me. I went into
another room a bit later and there were like 5 or 6ish other girls in there. it was a weird feeling in that room, like we all knew it was the wrong thing to do but we all tried to make each other feel better about it. it was a support group of sorts. I was the last one of my group to get it done. it was torture waiting there, listening to the machine run for a few minutes, knowing another baby was being killed. but I was called and taken into the room. I laid down and they put the shot in my arm. they told me to count to ten and everything got all fuzzy. I was crying through the whole thing. it hurt..yeah like cramps but I kept thinking of what I was doing. when it was
over I was so hysterical, screaming and crying they had to get a wheelchair to take me to the recovery room. I couldn’t walk. I just kept saying “my baby, my baby”. it was over, my baby was gone. just like that.

I haven’t been able to really laugh, or been happy, or enjoy anything since that fateful day. I think back now, and I realize that my parents are my parents forever and they can’t hate me, just like I could never hate my baby. they love me the way I love my baby. I wish I would have understood that a year and a half ago. my boyfriend and I are still together and he’s admitted that when he saw me walk out after it happened that it really hit him and he knew it was the wrong thing to do. I know that if you haven’t decided what you’re gong to do about your pregnancy, you feel very alone. but you have to know there are a lot of women out there who do understand. I need to talk about it. I don’t know how I’m ever going to feel better about it, I doubt I will. I just know that my baby will always be in my thoughts and prayers, and someday I will be with him, and then I can apologize, but
until then I will live with this pain for the rest of my life.

I’m not gong to tell you not to have an abortion, because I heard that my whole life and I still did. the only advice I’m going to give is this: don’t let anyone change the way you feel. do what feels right to you and no one else. I know you’d be embarrassed to be young and pregnant, but you’ll be able to look back 10 years from now and tell you child you love them and see the smile on their face. I will never see my baby smile. I will never hear him laugh. I will never watch him play baseball or graduate high school, or get married. I can’t because I made the wrong decision and I let people influence what I believed in. there are so many people out there who want to
have children that can’t, but you can, and you can give both your child and a deserving couple life and happiness.

remember, you always have a choice…a choice NOT to. thank you for reading this. (by the way, I named him Noah…)

~Julie

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