Planned Parenthood separates abortion seeking teen from mother’s influence
Ashley Crowley, whose mother was a teen when she gave birth to her, had an abortion when confronted with a similar situation. Her baby’s father verbally abused her when he found out she was pregnant. She told her story at Abolish Human Abortion:
“And just like my mother, I became pregnant around the same age she became pregnant with me. Somewhere along the road when we were dating, he had promised to step up if I should ever get pregnant, but upon telling him the surprising news, he called me a whore and demanded I abort the “wretched nuisance”.
… I told my mother I was pregnant, taking her to a Planned Parenthood facility where I knew full well they offered abortions. I tricked my mother into taking me to this place because although we were going to find out how far along I was, I never informed her what they would offer me under the table. But what I hadn’t noticed was their prerogative to transfer upon finding out I was over 18, intentionally isolating me from my mother to go over what services they rendered. I never felt they cared about my situation later on, but because of the mental state I was in, they easily deceived me by saying this would be the only guaranteed way to fix all my problems.
My parents told me if I put my baby up for adoption, they would fight tooth and nail for custody. Additionally, a woman I worked with had offered me money for my baby, and the father of my child didn’t want anything to do with her. But what led me to Baby Erin’s fate was looking at the life of a friend of mine life who struggled to raise her own child as a single mother; received no help from her daughter’s father, and caused a tremendous rift in her parents’ relationship. I felt this baby inside of me was a burden, as much as I had fallen in love with her, so when the clinic determined I was “ripe enough”, I terminated my pregnancy on February 23rd, 2009 at about 7 weeks into my first trimester.
Week 7
….. I’ll never know if Erin was going to be a boy or a girl. There isn’t a grave I can visit to lay a wreath of flowers on. I don’t even have a picture of Erin. All I have is a receipt of the amount it cost to have Erin killed. Erin exists now only in my memory.”
