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Deb - your story is beautiful. Several of my friends (including one who was raped and became pregnant by the rapist) considered abortion but didn’t. Some had abortions and regretted it.
I was once pro-choice, now I’m pro-life. Hypocritical? No, just much more informed.
Back in the 70s (when I was in high school and college) we were told abortion was the only possible answer if you wanted any kind of life, especially if you were in college. “Don’t wreck your life.” “It’s a simple procedure.” “You’ll get on with your life.” “It’s your body.” What they don’t tell you about is the heartache, the nightmares of disappearing children, waking up hearing a baby crying and not being able to find it, the memories that don’t go away, the depression, the wrecked relationships, the anger, the depression. The loss of trust and loss of faith. All these things are real. Fathers who wanted the child grieving because their partners aborted them without their knowledge or just because they could. Siblings who discover their mother aborted their brother or sister and think “that could’ve been me”. Many women shut down emotionally for years, then later have a child (if they can-some can’t due to injuries or infections from the abortion-another thing they don’t tell you) and realize as their baby grows what they’ve done and become seriously depressed or suicidal. It happens way more than we’re led to believe. So many say now “if only I had known what I was giving up” but we weren’t told. For me, change happened when I got pregnant with my daughter. Later, my son was born premature and on the day he was born there was a story on the news of a baby his same gestation (27 weeks) that was an abortion survivor who lived. That clinched it for me. Blobs of cells? So were you once. So was I.
Don’t assume that just because the college professor seems all right that she is. Many post-abortive women and men suffer in silence. Project Rachel is full of these people.
I was once pro-choice, now I’m pro-life. Hypocritical? No, just much more informed.
Back in the 70s (when I was in high school and college) we were told abortion was the only possible answer if you wanted any kind of life, especially if you were in college. “Don’t wreck your life.” “It’s a simple procedure.” “You’ll get on with your life.” “It’s your body.” What they don’t tell you about is the heartache, the nightmares of disappearing children, waking up hearing a baby crying and not being able to find it, the memories that don’t go away, the depression, the wrecked relationships, the anger, the depression. The loss of trust and loss of faith. All these things are real. Fathers who wanted the child grieving because their partners aborted them without their knowledge or just because they could. Siblings who discover their mother aborted their brother or sister and think “that could’ve been me”. Many women shut down emotionally for years, then later have a child (if they can-some can’t due to injuries or infections from the abortion-another thing they don’t tell you) and realize as their baby grows what they’ve done and become seriously depressed or suicidal. It happens way more than we’re led to believe. So many say now “if only I had known what I was giving up” but we weren’t told. For me, change happened when I got pregnant with my daughter. Later, my son was born premature and on the day he was born there was a story on the news of a baby his same gestation (27 weeks) that was an abortion survivor who lived. That clinched it for me. Blobs of cells? So were you once. So was I.
Don’t assume that just because the college professor seems all right that she is. Many post-abortive women and men suffer in silence. Project Rachel is full of these people.