Back in the 80s when I was in college (where else?), I had my first sexual encounter. I grew up Catholic but I became cold to it because it was too strict on “fun.” Well, my new mindset led me to my abortion.
Before I became sexually involved, I said to myself, if my contraceptive fails, I’ll just have an abortion. I spoke that flippantly about it. Though deep in my mind I KNEW it was wrong, I suppressed that voice of conscience and convinced myself, well, after all, it IS legal. Well, I had the abortion at the eighth week (I also convinced myself that the earlier I did it, the less wrong it would be. It’s twisted liberal thinking, I know.) I obsessed about what a 8-week old fetus looked like.
Naturally, once having been a pro-lifer, after my abortion I became an avid “pro-choicer.” I now know it was a defensive measure to justify the crime I committed. I became angry when shown pictures of aborted babies. I became a vocal left winger. I also spent a lot of the next years as a person with “unknown” unresolved anger. And of course going to Church and being prayerful wouldn’t do. That meant having to confront my sin. And I resolved to not have babies with my husband. I had become too selfish and lazy in my life of sin.
Just two years ago, by the grace of God, I found my way back to the Catholic Church, I confessed my sin, living the life God intended for me, had my first baby with my husband and I have NEVER been happier! And at PEACE! I’m no longer the angry person I used to be. I can’t wait to have more babies, and I am now an active and prayerful pro-lifer!
When we let go of God’s hand to walk our own paths, it leads us to hell.
Thank you for your time.
Julie
Dear Julie,
Thank you for sharing your story. It’s given me insight into how people gradually get sucked into accepting abortion as just another “reproductive option”. Somehow people can ignore the fact that an innocent life is being snuffed out with each abortion. This is a world that takes the most precious gift imaginable (LIFE) and calls it disposable and inconvenient.
Women need to be informed of what they are really saying “yes” to when they have an abortion. They need to know all of the harmful after affects of an abortion…both physical and emotional. They also need to see an ultrasound of their unborn baby before they make the decision. Many would change their mind, if they did.
Women need to be given other options besides abortion. Most abortion clinics do not readily give out that information. It is bad for business for girls to see the truth about abortion and what it really is. As one girl wrote to me recently, “when I called it a baby she (the nurse at the abortion clinic) argued that it was just a tissue not developed at all. I told her the stage it was at and she had no response except for “well I can’t do anything about that, you’re here”…” That nurse didn’t want to look at the truth either.
Somehow you’ve been given the eyes to see, and you are sharing this truth with others. Thank you. Please continue to stand up for what is right.
I am so happy to hear that you’ve finally found PEACE and JOY in your life!
I don’t even really know what to write here, as you can see from the title I’m 11 weeks and 2 days into my pregnancy. The day I found out I never thought I’m not going to have a child straight away it was “I’m going to have a baby how the hell am i meant to do this?”
God has a plan for us all.
Two years ago my virginity was cruelly taken away from me, however i was yet to loose my faith. It started disappearing slowly i began blaming God for what happened and finally i lost my faith all together. However the day i found out i was pregnant I turned back to the Lord realizing that he alone could save me, he alone had written this all in his plan, i realized I’m not in control God is and he was given me this amazing blessing a chance to bring life into this world to raise my beautiful child give her/him a chance to live, a chance to do good and all i felt was love and that’s what i feel now since returning to my faith.
My Ex tried to get me to have an abortion i even went to the first appointment but I already knew this was my child and I told the lady I didn’t want to do it, she sent me to get an ultra sound and watching the lady try to hide the screen and the measurements from me was soo hard i just wanted to scream this is my child let me see them. She spoke as though abortion was soo natural the easiest thing in the world that it would be better for me because I was only 19 I left telling myself I would never enter that place again even with the pressure from my Ex and also to some extent my Mum.
I never did.
I have a life filled with hope, a baby growing inside of me. Friends who are happy for me, a church where they love me.
and the biggest thing of all
I have God’s love and forgiveness.
A baby is always a blessing.
Don’t let anyone persuade you because it’s the easy option just see Love. your love for your baby and the love that everyone has for you. Ignore the negatives always focus on the positives.
I was 16 years old when I felt pregnant with my first born. She was born this year 2018 but my pregnancy was very stress full like if I’m going to be a good mom or if I will be able to look after her. When I went into labor it was painful. A pain no one can bare but the pregnancy pains was not even close to the pain I had that day when my water broke. Today my child is 6 months old and the most beautiful daughter I could ever have imagined. I’m turning 18 in September and couldn’t believe what wonder my daughter has become.
This all started a little over three years ago with a positive pregnancy test!
I was sixteen, a virgin, and – quite frankly – sick of it. I was always the party girl who was labeled as a “cock tease” and I constantly “led lads on”. Well, one day I decided that I wanted to have sex…and I did. In my mum’s bed, I have to add. It was a lot less than romantic, not that I expected it to be in the first place. Who can say that a one-night stand is romantic in any way, shape, or form? That night, I opened the floodgates. A week later, I was in bed with a different lad and in very different circumstances. It was a party atmosphere; alcohol had been consumed, drugs had been done (not by me), and inhibitions had been lost…by everyone. By the time everyone was “tired,” it had become obvious that I was going to sleep with someone. I wasn’t on the pill. He didn’t have a condom. We were unprepared, but we did it anyway. Three weeks later, my period didn’t come – weird. I put it down to exam stress and told myself I would take a test in a couple of days. A couple of days came and went, so I wandered down to the store, flinging a test on the counter and practically running out of the store as soon as I had paid. This might sound weird, but as I hid the test in my bag, it felt like it was burning a hole through the material, and everyone could see my dirty little secret. I took the test the next morning – negative. Again, I put it down to the stress of end-of-year exams. I pushed the thoughts aside even though I had a little niggle at the back of my mind. Four days later, I was still late. I decided to go buy another test. This time it was easier to do. I wasn’t nervous; I wasn’t embarrassed; I simply felt as if I was disconnected from my body. This couldn’t possibly be happening to me. I took the test the next morning – positive. That was when my world shattered.
I sat there staring at the test for five minutes, convinced that the second line was wrong, that it was an evaporation line, and that the test was faulty. Anything but the blindingly obvious truth. The first thought – and many afterward – was please make this go away. That was a chant that ran through my mind for several days. Almost a week, in fact.
Turns out, someone was listening. They made it go away. No one told me about the pain, though. Not just physically but mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I had a miscarriage on the 25th November 2010. I thought my world had shattered when I found out I was pregnant, but that was nothing compared to this.
Still in denial that anything was wrong, I didn’t go to the doctor that day; that week; that month. I simply didn’t go. I hoped and prayed that everything would be okay without having to tell my family or my friends. It took a while but it looked (and felt) like everything eventually went back to normal.
Now I just feel like there’s a piece of me missing – lost out in the universe somewhere. There isn’t a day that passes by when I don’t think of what could be right now. What should have been? I blame myself for what happened. It was like I wished that baby away with the power of my thoughts. Who knew they could be so powerful?
If My Little Voice Could Speak
By: Shelbea – An Adopted High School Senior
10 little fingers
10 little toes
I am so cute.
But nobody knows.
Only God,
Who fearfully and wonderfully made me.
He knows.
He knows I am perfect.
If I could have just
One breath,
One chance to say the words “I love you”
One chance to live
I would take it.
It would be my chance
To shine
To grow
To cry
To make a mistake
To succeed.
I want to see earth!
Heaven is awesome too…
But I want to meet my mommy and daddy.
So like mind over matter, mommy
PLEASE choose adoption
Over ending my life.
I don’t want the scary doctors to hurt me.
I can hear them convincing you this is the best decision,
It isn’t mommy.
They are brain washing you.
I want to hear your heart beat mommy!
How else will I fall asleep?
When I kick and you feel your belly,
I experience love and safety.
So keep me loved and safe, mommy.
All I want is to live.
