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Anonymous asked: i just recently had an abortion over the weekend and it was great that i had access to it, without it my boyfriend and i would of had to drop out of college and ruin our lives but apparently abortion is sooo wrong when its not even a baby, its a parasite made of cells that have no feelings that is leaving my body, people like you make me sick‏

 

When I first read this post, I thought I would just delete it like the rest. I know your intentions were to cause me suffering, and if causing me suffering means you win, then I guess you have. To be honest, lying in this hospital bed, it is young women like you that I think about the most.

I was once like you. I was once told that aborting my children was the answer to my life. I was once told that my boyfriend too would have to drop out of the University he attended, and I wouldn’t be able to attend the following year after I graduated from High School. The funny thing was, because of my son, my ex-boyfriend and I qualified for several grants and scholarships. In fact, I’m one of the few people I know that was able to go to school without taking out student loans. Which is probably why I’m a home owner at 26.

I was once like you. “Its a clump of cells,” they told me. “Its a parasite,” they said. When scientifically speaking, that’s inaccurate. It is a fetus, or an unborn human being. I know a human becomes easier to kill once you label it something else. This is called dehumanization. You don’t need to dehumanize the unborn human being, you can just call it what it is; you aborted an underdeveloped human being.

As I look into my sons eyes, I don’t see a parasite, or a clump of cells. I see a brown haired, fair skin, goofy 8 year old human being. I see a human being with the exact same body as the one they called a parasite when it was in my womb. His body grows a little more every year, and every year he gets stronger. “Mom, let me help you with that.” he says, as I struggle to carry bags into the house. “Mom, wait, I’ll get it for you,” he says, as he jumps in front of me to reach for the door to open it. His body is more developed, that’s for sure, but it it the same as it was when it was tiny and growing inside me.

I was once like you. “It will ruin your life,” they said. “You’re a child yourself”, they said. That’s the strangest. As I lie in this hospital bed, at risk of death, I have no fear. I am 26 years old, and have absolutely nothing more that I could ask for to make me happier. If keeping my son ruined my life, then why do I have everything I want? Why am I so content with my short life, if it was ruined the day he was born? The love and happiness I have experienced in my short life, is enough to feel fulfilled, complete. My life is beautiful, and my children were the ones that made it that way.

When I cry, my children burry their heads on my chest, wipe my tears with their tiny fingers. When I smile, they run to me, wrap their arms around me, lean back and giggle. What have they destroyed in my life besides all that was bitter, hateful and selfish? Besides all those awful parts of me they peeled away with their tenderness, and gentleness.

I’m sorry that when you terminated your pregnancy, you felt nothing, and I’m afraid that is where we are different. I couldn’t bring myself to dehumanize the tiny human being inside my body, even though it was under developed, dependent and inconvenient. I felt. And I’m the one who feels for you now. I can feel the loss for your unborn human being.

I know you assume I think I’m “better then you”. But it’s exactly the opposite. As I lay here in this bed, ready to give my life for the child inside of me right now, it isn’t just because its my child. It’s because it is a human being. I am willing to die for an underdeveloped, dependent and inconvenient human being, because that human is my equal. You are my equal, your child is my equal, and I don’t have it in me to view my life as more valuable then anyone else’s. I can’t use any reason to take an innocent human being, dehumanize it, and place it under me. And I don’t want to.

I’m sorry that people like me make you sick, but I think if you really new me, you wouldn’t feel that way. Maybe if you knew me, you could see that my life is beautiful and wonderful just like yours, and just like every human being. I believe that your life is precious, and you were made for more love then you comprehend, and I’m so sorry you can’t see the value of life.

Life is precious. It is a divine right, it is so precious that I would be willing to die if that is the cost for another to live.

Months from now, I hope that you read this and I’m living with my new beautiful child, in my modest house, with the rest of my family, but if I’m not, I want you to remember that it made me happy to risk my life for another human being, and I would gladly do it even for someone who was sickened by me; I would even do it for you.

Life is invaluable.

Save Yourself Pain

Rebecca 's Story

I allowed myself to be talked into having an abortion because I was sixteen, was still in high school, was date raped, and had been prescribed medication for an infection. I was told that the meds might cause the child problems. These were several of the "right" reasons. I take full responsibility for my decision. But I was pushed and even manipulated by both my mother and my family doctor. When I went to the clinic, I remember thinking they would help me put all the pieces together and help me change my mind. I also thought they would help me talk my mother out of this "choice". Nothing could be further from the truth. I was told from the beginning that this was not a life yet. “We just clean out some useless cells.” I was told over and over again that this was a simple procedure and it would be over in just a few minutes. Ha, thirty eight years later, and I still think about it. Although in the last thirteen years I now think about my abortion in terms of how I can help women to not "choose" to go through the Hell that this "simple procedure" starts in them and extends to their whole lives. Looking backwards, I can see how every choice I made for years a result was stemming from that day. I spent the next two years after the abortion engaging in many self-destructive activities, promiscuity, and drug use.  I ran off with a man I later married, who was always abusive (but he was the only person that had tried to talk me out of the abortion).I miscarried several children. The abuse and the miscarriages led me to recovery. This in turn led me to talk to the two children I did have and raise. The one bright spot in my experience is that they are both PRO-LIFE. My daughter found herself in a spot a few years back and NEVER considered abortion. I now have 3 three wonderful grandchildren from her. Two of them she and I are raising and one was adopted by a lovely couple, who are gracious enough to let us be a part of his life. There were several tools and friends involved in my healing process. Every one of them was from God! He opened my eyes and my heart, so the things I needed to face, didn’t faceable. (This may not be a real word but I am using it anyway) :) I was helping a friend work on a paper addressing the connection between DV and abortion when I was hit with the revelation that she was writing my story without even knowing it. So began my healing. I did stop being silent and I talked to anyone who would hear me. I would talk even more if I knew how to access a platform. These children are wanted.  I know this because I walked through the adoption with my own daughter. I helped her read the profiles; I have seen the many, many families that want a child. So I have experience from both sides of the fence. Save your baby, save yourself a lot of pain.