Posted on 11/29/2014 8:27:43 PM PST by Morgana
We as a society are constantly bombarded with the pro-choice rhetoric that abortion is sometimes necessary. We also hear the words of post-abortive women like Cecile Richards who will say that their abortions were the right thing to do. But whether they are stuffing down their emotions or just plain lying, abortion is never a happy ending.
It kills a child and leaves a mother to live the rest of her life with the knowledge that she took her childs life. Nothing brings that pain to light better than the words directly from the mouths of everyday post-abortive mothers who are ignored by the major media outlets. Unlike Richards, these women have nothing to gain from sharing their stories. They only hope to help other mothers choose life.
Lori Nerad, Former National President of Women Exploited by Abortion:
Two weeks after the abortion, I went into labor. I staggered into the bathroom. And there, with my husband beside me, I delivered a part of my baby the doctor had missed. It was the head of my baby. . . Ill wake up in the middle of the night, thinking I hear a baby crying. And I still have nightmares in which I am forced to watch my baby being ripped apart in front of me. I simply miss my baby. I constantly wake up wanting to nurse my child, wanting to hold my child. And thats something the doctor never told me I would experience.
Abby Johnson, Founder of And Then There Were None:
One day in the car, my daughter (out of nowhere) asked if someday she would be able to see her siblings in Heaven. I asked her what she meant honestly, hoping that she was not talking about my own two abortions. She said that she knew I had two abortions and she wanted to know if she would ever get to meet those babies because she said, in my heart, I miss them. I never knew I would pass that sort of heartbreak on to my children.
When I had my abortions, I never thought about how it would affect others. I didnt think about my future children. I never thought about how I would have to explain my selfishness to them.
My abortions live in me, and unfortunately, they live in them.
Ashley Granger, Wife, mother, sonography student:
Now that my son is 4 years old, I sometimes look at his sweet face and wonder what features my other child would have had. I still have dreams about holding him or her and it makes me so deeply sad to think that I have robbed my son of a sibling. Why not just try and conceive a sibling for him today you may ask? Well, I would love to but my husband and I have been struggling with infertility for two and half years. I never once dreamed that I wouldnt be able to conceive when I wanted to! Every night my sweet boy prays to God for a sibling and every time I hear those precious prayers my heart aches over what I did. Because in retrospect an abortion isnt an easy fix or a solution to a problem .it is the problem, and it leaves a lasting effect on generations to come.
Katrina Fernadez, Catholic humor writer at Patheos:
I killed two of my children, robbed my parents of grand-children, and murdered my sons siblings. These abortions directly caused a medical condition known as incompetent cervix which resulted in the premature birth of another son who died after a week long struggle in the NICU in 2001. The suffering Ive endured and caused others is immeasurable and the guilt almost drove me suicidal. I am a coward in every way.
Addie Morfoot, mother, writer:
Ross likes to tell me that Annie is our sons guardian angel, but that idea scares me. Do I want my sons protector to be someone whose mother gave her up? Ended her existence prematurely? She must be so mad, disappointed and hurt. So I keep her ultrasound images, along with a Hallmark Its a Girl! card that my best friend sent, along with a Christmas tree ornament engraved with Annies due date, which my parents gave me the week I found out I was pregnant, locked away in a closet far from my sons bedroom. [ ] But Annie still haunts me. When her due date rolls around, or when our son has a bad cough, or with the birth of my sisters baby girl I think of Annie. And once every year on her birthday I let myself cry. I think about how it would feel to hold her in my arms. And then I ask her to please understand that I did what I thought was best for my child.
Beatrice Fedor, Member of the Silent No More Campaign:
I flushed my baby in the toilet and it was horrifying. And it didnt help me to graduate. Its been nineteen years and to this day, I dont have a degree. [ ] Seven years later, I got pregnant again. The father was twice my age and he was abusive. Abortion was the quick fix solution to protect myself and my baby from the abuser. So I went to a clinic and in great anxiety, I was put to sleep. When I woke up with blood on my legs, I burst into tears and I was inconsolable. I sank deeper and deeper into depression and suicidal thoughts.
Then, I met my husband and he brought Jesus into my life but I was still hurting. When I was pregnant with our first child, my abortions resurfaced and the guilt was overwhelming. I went to counseling and I started to heal. Later, I attended a Rachels Vineyard Retreat and finally, I was able to forgive myself and find peace.
Abortion promised to free me from two crisis situations and instead, it has nearly destroyed me. But there is hope for all those who are hurting and it is for them that I am Silent No More.
Jewels Green, former abortion clinic worker and public speaker:
[ ]January 6, 1989, at 9 1/2 weeks gestation, I had an abortion. It nearly killed me. No, not the surgical procedure, the psychological aftermath. I attempted suicide three times after my abortion and finally ended up in an adolescent psychiatric ward of a community hospital for a month to recover. [ ] Working in the autoclave room was never, ever easy. I saw my lost child in every jar of aborted baby parts. One night after working autoclave my nightmares about dead babies were so gruesome and terrifying and intense I met with the clinics director to talk about my feelings. She was very understanding, open and honest, and painfully forthright when she told me, What we do here is end a life. Pure and simple.
Brice Griffin, Founder, Charlotte Center for Women
After napping [after the abortion] I was raring to get back out to the bar scene. There was not enough whiskey in DC to satisfy me that night, or any night for many months following. When I woke up the morning after my abortion, Brian asked how I slept. I said, Like a baby. He said, You mean like a baby KILLER?! [ ] For months after that, I knew nothing except that I wanted to die. Death was the only certain escape from the horrific pit that had formed in my soul. I begged for therapy. I screamed for help. But only inside. How could I admit what I had done?
So I buried it. No one else needed to know. No one else needed to judge me as harshly as I had come to judge myself.
I trudged through several more years, feeling happy at times and doomed at others. One day I was running and listening to a homily by Fr. Larry Richards about Confession. He said (loosely), If youve had an abortion, confess it. Your child is praying for you in Heaven. My chest heaved with uncontrollable sobs and I ran home to arrange an appointment for Confession with my dear Priest. There in the confessional, heaving with sobs once more, I truly expected to be struck by lightning. I now sat there acknowledging that I was guilty of the worst sin possible, murder. My dear Priest smiled and handed me a box of tissues and said, God is so happy you are here. You will be forgiven, but you need healing. He then proceeded to tell me about Rachels Vineyard, a ministry aimed towards healing from abortion.
These are just eight of the women who are speaking out about the aftermath of their abortions. Lifetimes of pain and regret. Lifetimes spent yearning for a child they will never get to hold. Due dates come and go and always bring about another year of remorse. Abortion isnt something someone does one day. It lasts a lifetime.
This was so sad to read. ;( My heart breaks for those helpless, murdered infants.
Abortion is not an eraser.
The soulless abortion industry makes its money on the blood of innocent children and misled mothers.
The maternal instinct is one of the strongest instincts known to mankind. To go against it, is to play with fire.
There is a spiritual dimension to the giving of life, as well as to its destruction.
You can deny it, but that doesn’t change the fact that it exists.
From my experience helping at Christian pregnancy centers, ti does not matter how many years have passed since the abortion. The pain, regret and grief comes to the surface, and an effort is made by the woman to suppress what happened as a survival instinct.
And by these women’s comments, it is obvious that the abortion affects a wider circle in their family than just themselves.
Woman who are dealing with these emotions should seek a Christian post-abortion counseling program.
http://www.ramahinternational.org/sydna-masse.html
Abortion: One dead, one wounded. (Sometimes both dead)
Very powerful testimony to the truth of what abortion really is.
Sometimes one dead and two wounded if the father is not on board with the abortion. The father is always the forgotten person. The mother can ask for forgiveness and get pregnant again, the father has no such choice. His decision was made for him by someone else and he has no control over the outcome.
The baby is our child too, a reality that is so often forgotten and seldom addressedh.
I got about halfway through reading and had to stop. Too heartbreaking.
Frankly, I think most of the personal accounts of their experience are rather self-centered aborter-as-victim pity parties.
Bears some resemblance to the guy who killed his parents and then pled for mercy because he was an orphan.
In most (not all) cases, the “mother” knows exactly what she’d doing. Somebody point out another crime or sin for which we’re supposed to consider the perpetrator to be “another victim.”
Most if not all sind/crimes have highly negative effects on those who commit them.
These would make excellent radio and tv spots. On tv, I would not show the woman. Let it be anonymous. Just a voice, with some soft focus open fields, trees, small kids in the playground visuals.
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