Posted on 09/19/2019 9:20:13 AM PDT by Morgana
When I was ten years old I began being groomed by my aunt’s husband as I babysat their children. He eventually raped me at the age of 13. I had the courage to tell a classmate what had been done to me, which was then reported to the school counselor and my parents were notified. I was immediately taken to my local doctor’s office to be examined, where I was told I was pregnant from the rape. That day would be the first time I heard the word abortion. My family doctor suggested abortion to my parents as a solution to fix my crisis pregnancy, and referred us to the Women’s Pavilion Center in South Bend, Indiana – one of three abortion clinics operated by the now infamous Dr. Ulrich “George” Klopfer.
On the day of my clinic appointment, I was taken to a room alone where a counselor told me about a clump of cells. I was pretty clueless as to what she was talking about, but when she asked if I was ready for the abortion I nodded my head in agreement out of innocence and trusting that adults had my best interest in mind. I was taken to a room, given a gown, and told to lay on a table. This was the first time I saw George Klopfer – another middle-aged man like my rapist, but this time a complete stranger. He came in the room smiling and said this wouldn’t take long. That was the extent of our doctor-patient relationship. There was no consultation, no other information provided to me.
I was absolutely terrified. I lay there in nothing but a medical gown, my legs spread with my feet in stirrups and this strange man was about to do something to me which I really had no knowledge about. I was embarrassed, unsettled, unsure, and mortified.
As I lay on the table, I suddenly heard a loud vacuuming sound – the unforgettably disturbing suction noise was much louder than our vacuum cleaner at home — and then I experienced the most excruciating pain I had ever felt. I began screaming in agony only to have Dr. Klopfer yell at me to stop making noise. I remember being shocked that this doctor yelled at me. How could he not care?!
Many years later, I discovered a journal of my mom’s with an entry about that day — she wrote that from the waiting room she could hear me screaming, but they would not allow her to come back with me. It was heartbreaking to read. My mom and I still have not talked about it, and my dad won’t talk about it either. They are not even together today. I know that if they had heard my story now, they would never have chosen abortion then.
Once the procedure finished, I was taken to a recovery room with other women. We all just sat there, not making eye contact. I was completely numb and disconnected. When I was told it was time for me to leave, I stood up only to hemorrhage – gushing blood all over myself and the floor. Nobody brought the doctor in – they just hurried me out of the clinic while hemorrhaging. I was so weak and could hardly stand that my dad had to carry me out to the car. There was never a follow-up visit at the clinic, and the abortion was never talked about again with my family.
Even though I was 13 and had no clue about motherhood, I suffered horribly from my abortion. I would struggle every single holiday and did not understand why. I battled depression, had a miscarriage, my ovary ruptured — nearly losing my life, and I had a complete hysterectomy before the age of 29. All of the major reproductive issues I was having made no sense, but not one doctor asked if I had a history of abortion.
I used drugs and alcohol to numb my pain, had marital issues which would almost end my marriage, and I struggled to be a mother to my other children. One night, after heavy drinking to mask my pain, I had an encounter which would change my life and begin my healing process.
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When I was ten years old I began being groomed by my aunt’s husband as I babysat their children. He eventually raped me at the age of 13. I had the courage to tell a classmate what had been done to me, which was then reported to the school counselor and my parents were notified. I was immediately taken to my local doctor’s office to be examined, where I was told I was pregnant from the rape. That day would be the first time I heard the word abortion. My family doctor suggested abortion to my parents as a solution to fix my crisis pregnancy, and referred us to the Women’s Pavilion Center in South Bend, Indiana – one of three abortion clinics operated by the now infamous Dr. Ulrich “George” Klopfer.
On the day of my clinic appointment, I was taken to a room alone where a counselor told me about a clump of cells. I was pretty clueless as to what she was talking about, but when she asked if I was ready for the abortion I nodded my head in agreement out of innocence and trusting that adults had my best interest in mind. I was taken to a room, given a gown, and told to lay on a table. This was the first time I saw George Klopfer – another middle-aged man like my rapist, but this time a complete stranger. He came in the room smiling and said this wouldn’t take long. That was the extent of our doctor-patient relationship. There was no consultation, no other information provided to me. abortion, klopfer
Serena Dyksen with Allen County Right to Life. Photo courtesy of Dyksen.
I was absolutely terrified. I lay there in nothing but a medical gown, my legs spread with my feet in stirrups and this strange man was about to do something to me which I really had no knowledge about. I was embarrassed, unsettled, unsure, and mortified.
As I lay on the table, I suddenly heard a loud vacuuming sound – the unforgettably disturbing suction noise was much louder than our vacuum cleaner at home — and then I experienced the most excruciating pain I had ever felt. I began screaming in agony only to have Dr. Klopfer yell at me to stop making noise. I remember being shocked that this doctor yelled at me. How could he not care?!
Many years later, I discovered a journal of my mom’s with an entry about that day — she wrote that from the waiting room she could hear me screaming, but they would not allow her to come back with me. It was heartbreaking to read. My mom and I still have not talked about it, and my dad won’t talk about it either. They are not even together today. I know that if they had heard my story now, they would never have chosen abortion then.
Once the procedure finished, I was taken to a recovery room with other women. We all just sat there, not making eye contact. I was completely numb and disconnected. When I was told it was time for me to leave, I stood up only to hemorrhage – gushing blood all over myself and the floor. Nobody brought the doctor in – they just hurried me out of the clinic while hemorrhaging. I was so weak and could hardly stand that my dad had to carry me out to the car. There was never a follow-up visit at the clinic, and the abortion was never talked about again with my family.
Even though I was 13 and had no clue about motherhood, I suffered horribly from my abortion. I would struggle every single holiday and did not understand why. I battled depression, had a miscarriage, my ovary ruptured — nearly losing my life, and I had a complete hysterectomy before the age of 29. All of the major reproductive issues I was having made no sense, but not one doctor asked if I had a history of abortion.
I used drugs and alcohol to numb my pain, had marital issues which would almost end my marriage, and I struggled to be a mother to my other children. One night, after heavy drinking to mask my pain, I had an encounter which would change my life and begin my healing process. abortion, klopfer
Photo courtesy of Serena Dyksen.
Even after much healing and attending a post-abortive retreat, hearing the news of over 2200 babies’ remains on George Klopfer’s property stirred up so many emotions. I feel like I have been violated all over again – now for a third time. Friday night when I first saw the story, my whole body went numb from shock. That shock turned into lying in bed, sobbing at the thought of my baby being on his property. I questioned why he had kept their remains and I realized they were probably trophies to him. My child’s dead body was his trophy. The grief was overwhelming.
Then my tears turned to anger because the clinic in South Bend where he had operated out of before losing his license was taken over by the Whole Women’s Health – currently aborting children without a license. If the atrocities surrounding Klopfer happened at a licensed clinic, I don’t even want to think about what is happening at this now unlicensed clinic! But the bottom line is, these clinics shouldn’t be open at all.
The last few days, I have been getting many messages from other post-abortive women who have felt all the same emotions as I have – especially since I participated in a press conference on Monday. One of the most heartbreaking encounters I experienced was talking to another post-abortive woman who was so traumatized by this news that when she saw a gas line being dug up, she began crying and saying, “I know they are burying babies here.” It was like talking to someone who had just returned from war. Another woman said, “I feel so violated.” She has taken the time to heal only to have this wound cut right back open.
As a woman who has suffered through and from abortion, I’m asking that a full investigation be done, including DNA testing to match these sons and daughters to their mothers who want them for a proper funeral and burial. I want to know if my child is one of them and I want her remains so I have a place to honor her. Maybe she will know that her mother wants her and loves her. And for those whose mothers don’t come forward to claim them, they still deserve the same dignity because multitudes grieve the loss of their lives. If Klopfer can keep these babies unaccountably for years, we should be able to provide them a permanent place to be remembered in a dignified way.
I’m also calling out Judge Sara Evans to listen to my story and to shut down the Whole Women’s Health abortion clinic to protect babies and women in our area. Uphold the laws which were passed!
Lastly, I want to encourage post-abortive women and men not to hold on to this turmoil any longer. Please reach out for help and healing. There are many people in the community who want to help you with your healing process. We are here for you. Just because you made a choice, or as in my case – the choice was made for you, does not mean you deserve to sit in pain and suffering. There is forgiveness, hope, and healing for you!
At least that one thing you have to thank this sick bastard for. Other babies are sold by Planned Parenthood, burned or lay in landfills.
Oh and PS give him/her a name too now that you have a chance to do that.
Don't mean to sound cold but this is the truth, this is abortion. This is why we need to end it.
I'm so sorry.
This story has multiple levels of sickness.
Yep. She didn’t end a pregnancy so much as became the mother of a dead baby.
So she prefers that the “good” doctor would have sold the baby’s body for scrap.
Got it.
Okay you know she was forced don’t you? She was 10 years old and Dr. Ulrich “George” Klopfer did not report the rape don’t you? Okay now you all know this!!!
I also want to know if the ‘uncle’ was identified and given to authorities!
Why is that left out of the story?
That doesn’t change what I said.
She was 13
The doctor didn’t report the rape
Did the parents?
Did the school counseller?
I am so sorry that we have accepted a law that isn’t a law.
We do not have to ever obey an immoral law.
I hope this quote for all those who work so hard for so long.
https://www.priestsforlife.org/resources/hydequote.html
What you said is 100% true.
It also seemed to be delivered in a cruel, harsh tone.
NO! he never was. This abortionist was only interest in killing babies
Did the parents?
Did the school counseller?
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If I read the story correctly the school counseller called the parents who just took her to the abortion clinic. That is how they dealt with it. As a doctor he knew to report a crime and did not. Everyone failed this girl. Her parents, the school, the doctor.
Her parents forced her to have the abortion. Her parents became the grandparents of a dead grandchild! —there fixed it.
“Her parents became the grandparents of a dead grandchild!”
BTW do any of you know how often I read stories like these? How many parents force their girls either under age or adult to have abortions? Happens more than you would think.
In the old days they took a pregnant girl to a convent and locked her away with the nuns. Now they take her to the abortion clinic.
Our society really needs to change it’s attitude on how it deals with a pregnancy like this. They are in fact saying “the baby is the problem” so let’s kill the baby and every thing will be back to normal. Or let’s hide the girl away until the baby is gone.
It’s not the end of the world just because a woman/girl got pregnant at the wrong time.
wow. It’s been a long time since a story made me this sad. I also feel like I’m going to pass out, just wow.
Only to our side. Liberals and government just does not care. The left would start another civil war to protect abortion.
This little girl was 13 when she got pregnant, and an abortion.
She deserves our sympathy, not our scorn.
She didn't say that or anything like it. What she DID say was:
This poor girl was forced by her parents to abort the baby when she was 13, impregnated by her uncle. She had no idea. She did not "prefer" abortion by anybody, under any circumstances.
How dare you pretend such words were in this suffering girl's mind or mouth.
Meh, I’ve gotten used to being berated by you.
There is simply no greater evil than the wholesale slaughter of the most innocent and helpless among us. Our culture is cursed by its unfathomable cruelty.
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